Every human being is a serial killer – some of us just haven’t gotten around to that murdering stage yet. Every human being is a cold-blooded slasher; the temperatures just haven’t yet fallen low enough for most of us to start slaughtering. Every human being is a sadistic murderer – but most of us just haven’t reached that level of sexual excitement quite yet. Human beings are nothing more than vile and violent mammals.
Anyone will become an assassin, given the right psychological stimulus. The difference between a criminal and an ordinary citizen is simply a matter of accidental imprinting. What turns a well-adjusted member of society into a killer is just a mental aggravation at an opportune moment. A sadistic murderer is created much like a pearl in an oyster – circumstances introduce an element of cerebral irritation.
Human beings are despicable and depraved primates; all that it requires to release the beast within is an insignificant provocation. The only difference between a serial killer and an average character is a mere itch of the trigger finger. All that separates the saint and the sexual sadist is the firing of a few neurons in the brain. The Virgin Mary could become another Aileen Wuornos, should she have received the most casual slight at just the right instant. All it takes to transform Buddha into a Ted Bundy is petty rebuff from a self-absorbed courtesan. All that it needs to make a St. Francis begin chopping up choirboys is a dismissive glance from a passing bystander at a split second of psychic weakness.
Look, any law-abiding citizen could be tuned into a rifle-toting slayer merely by drafting him into the army. All that it takes for your humble mailman to start shooting is a humiliating rebuke from a supervisor. Every human being has that killer instinct – all that is necessary to make a person into a gunmen is a minor adjustment in subconscious input.
You can transform anyone into a murder with some well-timed conditioning. All that it takes to turn a human becoming into a brutish cutthroat is being around a bunch of stiff-necked liberals. All that it takes to transform a kid into a gangbanger is a welcoming peer group. It is not bad luck, but crazy luck, that that makes an inoffensive chap into an outlaw. The impulse to harm other human beings is not an aberration, but the inclination to lash-out is damn near inevitable. The immorality was there from the inception.
Every set of eyes that pass you on the street is the stare of your potential killer. Every stranger brushing against your back is a potential strangler. Everyone in line behind you has a switchblade in his pocket.