No matter how much time passes, The Manson Family endures as the epitome of depraved evil. It just never gets old. This week, a new documentary about Roman Polanski has been playing on TV every night. Now, Manson murderess Susan Atkins is seeking parole, with a request for a “compassionate release” from prison. Atkins, now 59, is terminally ill with brain cancer. She says she has 6 months to live, and she has been a model prisoner.
A story about this in the L.A. Times has generated 750 comments. People obviously still feel strongly about the the Manson murders. But maybe there is support for the idea of redemption through serving “God,” which Atkins has done with the same zealous commitment she once reserved for Charlie Manson.
Susan Atkins runs a ministry and donates her prosaic artwork to good causes. She has even found two men to marry her during her incarceration!
And just like everybody, she has her own website. I laughed out loud when I saw the heading “Accomplishments.” Her accomplishments are listed in minute detail. I’d love someone to make a similar list of my accomplishments, like “Sister Wolf participated in watching TV without stabbing anyone.”
Susan, I’m sorry about your brain cancer but shit happens. You should have read “The Secret” instead of stabbing a pregnant woman in the stomach and drinking her blood.
Finally, I was shaken to the core by hearing a demo of Charles Manson singing one of his own compositions. He actually had a great voice! Isn’t that awful?!?
She needs to stay in jail. Period. So do all the Manson-connected band of maniacs.
(unrelated: I got those silver Capezio-looking shoes. And boy, are they Capezio-looking! Since they’re not on the ban–i.e. not “clothing,” I indulged. Now I’m panicking because they’re so different from what I usually wear.)
Amen on the maniacs.
Re the shoes: I see them with narrow black jeans and no socks. Or, plus socks with a skirt or dress. Remember, silver is a neutral!
The Mansons and a fart – both are the gifts that keep on giving! I know which one I want to dutch oven with!
We’re always supposed to be proud when someone trades one mindless obsession for another. If it wasn’t God for her, she’d find something else to worship.
ENC, keep those shoes. The whole point is that they’re different.
Why are those damn documentaries so addictive? I could watch them for hours at a time. I say no to releasing her from prison.
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I say put her in a cage with Laura Bush.
And lose the Capezio-like shoes. Mimes wear Capezios, and everyone knows mimes are scary perverts.
There are not Mime shoes, Mark. They are ‘hip’.
I don’t always agree with you (thank God, that would be boring), but I have to tell you you are a great writer.