Finally, good riddance and rot in hell.
welcome to hell.
life is not fair. animals like this should not be permitted to die of natural causes.
Only in America. In my home country he won’t last a week after death sentence
...well Rodney, adios, but know that millions of us, mostly men, would have preferred that you be taken out and shot five minutes after the jury verdict along with the 700 other oddballs on California’s so called “death row”.
Try to imagine what death row cost California citizens in dollars.
Aw.
I read that the woman who “won” a date with him refused to see him because she found him too creepy. Smart gal!
This guy didnt die soon enough
Well, at least justice was done for the victims.
/Sarcasm
May he rot in the deepest part of Hell. His victims never got to died of old age like this bag of crap. Yet he died of natural causes they say. He needed to suffer like he did with his victims. Thanks to the Liberal Demoncrats there will never be justice for victims.
Rodney used to stay in LA’s creepy infamous Hotel Cecil. After his escapades, he’d walk through the lobby and go to his room. No one seemed to notice - or care - that he was bloody.
Source: Netflix’ “Crime Scene: The Vanishing at the Cecil Hotel”
I met him with my friend Linda, years ago on Long Island. 1971 I think. Cannot remember where but it seems it might’ve been in a park. I remember him tall and long hair, kind of attractive although I always felt afraid of him. He seemed to ‘grown up’ and because my friend was taken with him I did not want to leave her alone with him. She was the pretty one and he spoke to her of his photography, said his name was John. Was taking photography at NYU with Roman Polanski. We were impressed.
He wanted to take us to the beach (Fire Island) and we went with him in his car. I’ll never forget that drive, he was so talkative back on land but once in the car did not speak at all. The back of his car was loaded with camera gear. Expensive stuff too. It was April and we were so young we did not put it together the beach would be pretty empty, and it was. One man and his two little daughters there, far from where he led us to sit on a blanket on the sand. Quite far down the beach to a pretty deserted spot by the tall grasses.
He immediately sent me of for a cup of coffee for him at the snack bar, giving me a dollar or two. It took me a long time to walk across the soft deep beach sand to the snack bar, and I really did trudge reluctantly because I was tired. It was about the equivalent of 3 blocks away from were we were on the sand. Of course, it was closed. I trekked back.
While I was gone he asked my friend to pose for his camera in front of the waves, she was flattered and did. After a bit asked her to remove her blouse and pants and pose in her bra and panties, which she foolishly did (she told me later). When I got back they were on the blanket and she looked pale with fear. She asked me to accompany her to the bathroom (back at that same very far away snack bar) and she took my hand and literally started running. I knew something was up. I had no idea what, and really did not know the entire thing till just a couple of years ago.
Only one person left in the parking lot just pulling out and we begged him for a ride back and he gave us a ride back and let us off at the end of the bridge on the Island side. We hastened away from there fearing his return. I don’t remember if we walked or how it went at this point but I do remember we were afraid he’d come driving over the bridge and spot us and we were getting the heck out of there.
She told me years later he jumped on her on the blanket and got very worked up, moving about on her and shortly acted as if he had an orgasm, although he was fully clothed. She was a virgin at the time, was trying to push him off and felt it was bizarre behavior, of course was terrified.
Stupid move by us by todays standards, stupid even back then and very obviously a bad move but back then things really were quieter, safer, and of course we were very young and we did not ever guess we could both disappear forever.
The older Rodney A. became, the more he resembled
Phil Spector during Phil’s years of incarceration.
Both men had an affinity for sporting very curly or very teased up frizzy hair.
That’s the only way he’ll die in kalifornia.
Here’s hoping that he got to eat a lot of s#it before he went to hell.
Saved the state the price of a needle.