220px-SingchairSociety has set rules to govern and guide those who elect to partake in the convention. We’d like to think that these rules are solid and clear, but that’s far from the case. They are not rock solid and change according to context, the times, and affluence of either the victim or the accused.

During the Salem witch trials, the rules were perverted to meet the agenda of a small, but Influential group of people. Left unchecked, they used the system to convict and a killed a number of people either directly or by proxy.

Even today, the rule of law can be and often are bent to satisfy the fears of the public. Punishment of the accused is deemed permissible by the populous. It has been said, and I believe it to be true, the victors of a conflict write the history books. They are also who, make the rule books.

Serial killers believe in there cause and general have a sense of rightness. They inflict there measure of justice on their victims.

They identify their victims by a means that may only make sense to them, but they often have a process.

We are a society of killers. We make rules about how and when we can kill, but don’t be mistaken we are killers. We kill by proxy at the butcher shop. In fact, in that case, we paid someone else to do the dirty work. Everyone seems to be very happy with the arrangement. The butcher is never arrested for the act, that is as long as the butchering is that of a creature not of his likeness. For some reason, as soon as he cleaves a knife into his wife everyone gets bent out of shape. Why?

Is it his motive that makes the difference? Surely not. Is it a species thing? Perhaps. But not entirely because if his wife was dressed as a enemy solder and was on the opposing sides, he might be considered a hero. Context appears to be the most important factor. If he killed her because she was an enemy solder, but she was pregnant… Now he might be convicted of a war crime.

If he butcher her and sold the meat, he reaches a whole different level. Of course this line of thought begs the inquire, what if he married the cow. I’m speaking of the bovine kind and later he decided that bovine living was for him, and killed, butchered and sold his cow wife? Did he do something wrong? I know, where do you want to start.

Here is something I’ve noticed with many of my friends who hunters. They often tell me about how they eat what they kill. By that logic, if I kill my neighbor and I eat them, am I in the clear?

“Yes, officer I shot him, but I’m making him into a nice meatloaf!”