This podcast is recorded in front of an on-the-weighting audience.

This is true crimecats.

Some serial killers are just so likable, aren't they?

Maybe likable is the wrong word.

Interesting, charming, deceptive, yet deceptive, truly is the word.

Ted Bundy in court flashing a smile for the cameras.

He's striking, disarming, and really that should come as no surprise.

His charm was his sharpest tool after all.

Eileen Warnos, despite all of the overt madness had a warps tour, like a nutty ant.

Crazy, no doubt about that, but again, compelling.

A sense of substance, a better.

When she spoke it, pinned people.

BTK, now I'm often alone on this, but I find Dennis to be charming, affable.

A false humility, a false everything about him, but still.

He draws me in that darkness in his eyes betrays his facade, and it's as if Dennis is a willing captive to something dark and supernatural.

Jeffrey Dahmer, like a remorseful drunk with his hat in his hand the next morning, or your head in his hand.

Gacy seemed a jolly sort, the type of guy you'd have a beer or three with.

Spell bound by his hospitality until bound for a spell before being raped to death.

Richard Ramirez, and that indignant attitude, that pure acceptance of what he was, that unapologetic to stain for everything.

Like a living demon.

How do you look away from that?

How do you look away from pure evil?

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