CultXCosmic: PROGRAMMED TO KILL PT. 5

the fucking show. It's Programmed to Kill Part five. Uh. I'm really excited about this one because we are gonna go over a case today that I had previously never heard of until I read program to Kill the book, and I think that you all will find it highly fucking interesting and we are going to just dive right in. I hope everyone is having no great fucking day. Look. I even did my hair for you guys today. Wow, look at that? Look at that? What does it look like? Julia? Well,

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content on my patreon. So again, if you're wanting to see my illustrious hair today, or if you are sick and tired of the ads, go on over to the Cosmic Peach patreon or the cult patreon and uh you will uh get all of the things. So here we fucking go, right, we are going to be diving into the case of Carrie Stainer today because it fucking stands out. Okay, it's one of the most bizarre serial killer cases on record.

So the crimes that were ultimately attributed to Carrie Stainer were not committed until the early months of nineteen ninety nine. Here's the thing, though, the high strangeness of the Stainer family began long before that. Exactly how long before is not entirely clear, but a friend of Carrie's told Esquire magazine quote there's just something, you know, off with that whole family end quote. And since as far back as nineteen seventy two, there has been some serious weirdness going

on in the Stainer house. Okay, Now, on December fourth of nineteen seventy two, Carrie's younger brother, Steven was supposedly abducted by a male pedophile working with an accomplice who held him as a sex slave for more than seven fucking years. Who was his abductor a shit dick named Ken Parnell. Now let me show you something, Okay. Ken Parnell was a Texas native who is said to have

been extremely self destructive. He had completely fucked his own eyes up by purposely staring into a bright light, literally did it to himself, attempted to pull his own teeth out. He set numerous fires, attempted suicide on a number of occasions, and got up from the toilet even though there was still evident color on the paper. Okay, madness, I'm speculating on that last one, but I mean he seems like

the type you know, shitty ass. So anyways, he had also not surprisingly spent a fair amount of time institutionalized in both prisons and mental hospitals, including spending much of his teen years in California juvenile lockups, and Steve even Stayner was definitely not his first victim. Parnell had previously been convicted in nineteen fifty one of kidnapping and sexually assaulting an eight year old boy, but he was back on the streets by nineteen fifty five, but then incarcerated

again before year's end for a parole violation. He was soon released again, only to be convicted of armed robbery a few years later. Now for that crime he served some seven years. But five years after his release from that prison term, Parnell abducted Stephen Stayner, and it was not by chance. Parnell literally admitted to his accompliced Irvin Murphy that Stephen Stainer had been selected prior to the time of his kidnapping. Sounds a lot like Johnny gosh Right.

And following the abduction, Parnell and Stayner lived for a time in Yosemite, where Parnell worked at the Yosemite Lodge, which happened to be located just a few hundred yards from get this shit, Carrie Stayner and Steven Stainer's fucking grandfather, who was universally described as an exceptionally cruel man who also didn't wipe thoroughly if I'm just speculated, But anyways, so, following their little state in Yosemite, Parnell and Stephen Stayner

moved to Santa Rosa and then to Ukayah, from where Jim Jones People's temple had recently departed for San Francisco and where Michael Louquina would later be accused of child exploitation coincidence, I think not? Then? All Right? In February nineteen eighty Stainer escaped from fucking Parnell, which is to say that he broke free to some extent from Parnell's psychological control, because there was nothing that physically prevented him from escaping at any time. Right, But, like I always say,

psychological control is the most dangerous game. Steven Stainer could have anytime drove a screwdriver up this guy's stick hole and fucking made a run for it, But he didn't. Why is that because he had fucking Stockholms. He was fucking under the psychological control of Parnell. But so, what then did it for him? How did he find the motivation to break through the psychological conditioning to make a

run for it? What was the last straw while it was prompted by his desire to save the life of a little five year old boy named Timmy White from the fate that awaited him? And what did Stephen Stainer do? Well, he got Timmy White, brought him along with him on his escape and became something of a hero in the process. And Stephen returned to his family home, even though it came out later that he was said to feel closer to the man who had sexually assaulted him for seven

years than to his own fucking estrange family. Literally, you guys, this is the fucking Stockholm syndrome. And so he returns to his family home and YadA, YadA, YadA, he is set free from Parnell. But what else is crazy is that the Stainer family never talked about this ordeal with Stephen like ever. It's fucking weird. Even Carrie Stainer's friend said, quote, it was like it never happened, Like he was never

kidnapped or anything. End quote. And on fucking top of that, the Stainer parents wouldn't even allow Stephen to get fucking therapy to help deal with this shattered life that he's had. And by the age of sixteen, he had dropped out of high school and moved out on his own, and

you know, God bless, he's probably somewhere fucked up. And you know, seven years abducted by a dude getting sexually assaulted, his family just buried it under the rug, never talked about it and never got him therapy, never got him help, nothing. But you know, drops out of high school, moves out. He's on his own now. But what of Parnell. So as for Parnell, this fucking master, manipulator, child, raping, piece

of garbage, shit, dumpster ass motherfucker. He was charged with the kidnapping and false imprisonment of both stain Or and Timmy White, as well as with sexual molestation of Stephen, and investigators on the case also discovered that Parnell had also molested a number of Stephen Stainer's friends. I thought he was abducted. How did he have friends? Well, Stephen Stainer attended school under a name given to him by Parnell and outwardly lived a normal life with his father

quote unquote. So he was literally living life with Parnell, had a different name, was going to school, bringing friends home, and Parnell was raping those kids too. And get this shit, Just like the fucking Franklin case, one of Stephen's friends actually served as Parnell's as in the Timmy White abduction. Fucking lured him in, just like Paul Banasi said he used to do. Lure boys in for the ring, just like what he said he did with Johnny Gosh. Fucking

this is so crazy. This is absolutely crazy. And now here's a side tangent. Did any of you see the movie The Changeling with Angelina Joee? It fucking perfectly describes the Stephen Stainer case, right. The dude abducted little boys and used them to lure in other little boys to rape and murder, kept them in a fucking chicken coop on a farm. Literally, dude, if you haven't seen the movie, you need to because it's a fucking reality check if

I've ever seen one. The Change is the story of Johnny Gosh, and it is the story of Stephen Stainer and all these other boys that were abducted and molested. There is so much I'm almost thinking that the fucking Changeling b I'm pretty sure it said it was based on a true story at the beginning of the movie, and it's hitting even closer to home. Now, what if The Changeling is the fucking story of this Stephen Stainer kid?

Like really? Anyways, back to the story, It was also discovered that Parnell was fond of taking polaroid photos of his captive sex slaves and possibly other victims as well, and for fucking completely unexplained reasons. His bail was set at just twenty thousand dollars, which allowed him to walk

free after posting a two thousand dollars bond. He was tried in separate proceedings for the crimes committed against White and Stainer, and he was convicted in both proceedings, but he received, of course, a remarkably lenient sentence for both of the crimes. And get this shit, Okay, for the multitude of offenses he committed against Stephen Stainer, he received just a twenty month sentence. Okay, imagine, all right, if this was your kid, he did this too, twenty three months.

I've had fucking loans for longer than that. It took me like fucking five years to pay my car off. Okay, And this guy abducted, raped, and molested a child for seven years and he gets to slide with a twenty three month sentence. Let me signe tangent again to put this into perspective. Okay, here we go. There is this

young woman, her name is Marie Robards. Okay, Marie, at age sixteen fucking stole some baryam acetate from her high school chemistry class, laised her father's tacos with it, I'm not fucking kidding, gave him a lethal dose because she was throwing a temper tantrum because he said she couldn't get her nipples pierced or some shit like that. I mean,

whatever it was, it doesn't matter. Okay. The point is, at sixteen, she poisoned her father to death, gave him the last Taco Tuesday of his life, and she was convicted of murder in a nineteen ninety five trial and sentenced to twenty seven years in prison. Granted, she was released on parole in two thousand and three, she still

had to serve eight years. Okay. The crazy thing is that, in my opinion, it was manslaughter because she said she was just trying to give him a stomach ache, maybe some milkis sprang out the ass diarrhea, but accidentally gave him too much and he's dead as doornail. Okay, turns out there was no proper dosing instructions on the illegally

obtained high school chemistry class baryamacetate container. All right, but anyways, if a sixteen year old retard like Marie can get a twenty seven year sentence and still serve eight of it. Why are all these goddamned mongrels like Henry Lee Otis, tool Ken Parnell getting off the goddamned hook with these ridiculously short, if any sentence Unless there's something else at play here, you want to know if something is suspicious,

look at the conviction sentence. Look and see. If you want to know if some people are up to fucking no good or have some kind of connections, look at the prison sentence. Okay, anyways, now things were relatively quiet in the Stayer Home for the next nine years, until May nineteen eighty nine, when Steve was thrust back into the limelight due to the airing of a movie about his case entitled I Know My First Name is Stephen

quote unquote. The media's reopening of the case was actually followed just weeks later by the untimely death of Stephen Stainer himself, who was killed instantly when an unidentified car turned abruptly into the path of his speeding motorcycle, and wouldn't you know, the car and its driver promptly disappeared. Stephen left behind a wife and two young kids, which not only sensationalized his case but kept his fucking mouth

closed in case people started asking questions. But this life story of Stephen Stayner sounds a lot like the movie I want to make about the lottery Ticket, doesn't it? No justice, barely even got a twenty three month sentence for what he did to this kid, and no therapy, no resolution, and then they make a movie about his life. They get nervous, he's gonna start spouting off fucking dead motorcycle accident, wife and kids at home, completely abandoned. This

is the world that we live in. And meanwhile, back on the ranch, fucking Parnell was by that time already out of prison and a freeman once again, after serving just twenty three months for his crimes, less time than Stephen Stainer had every even spent as his prisoner. And the following year, Jesse stainer uncle Jesse Carrie and Stephen Stainer's uncle, was found shot to death in his home.

This is interesting, right well. Jesse, or as he was more commonly known Jerry, was the family member closest to the serial killer. You remember at the beginning of this episode, it wasn't going to be about Steven, it is going to be about his serial killer brother Gary. And now let's look a little bit closer at Carrie fucking. In his youth, Carrie spent more time at his uncle Jerry's

house than he did at his own house. Right, The two even lived together for a brief time, and Uncle Jesse was killed with a sh shotgun blast to the head fired from his own gun, allegedly by an intruder he had surprised in his house and fucking somehow. Following the two deaths, the Stainer family again managed to stay out of the news for nearly a decade. That is until Carrie the Stainer son, who hadn't been held for seven years as a mind controlled sex slave, decided for

no apparent reason to become a serial killer. That's the official story anyways. So we have Uncle Jesse shot in the head dead, Stephen Stainer dead after being a abuse victim for seven years of his childhood, and now we've got Carrie the serial killer. Let's dig in, shall we. So In the early morning hours of February sixteenth, nineteen ninety nine, three women were allegedly abducted from their room at the Cedar Lodge which lies just outside the westgate

to Yosemite National Park. Strangely, though there was no indication that any abduction had actually taken place, there were damp towels in the bathroom indicating that at least one of the three had showered. Other than that, the room was neat and orderly, with the beds made and the key left out. There was no blood and no sign of

a struggle. Now, the three women were scheduled to check out later that morning in order to catch a flight out that day, and it looked as though the women had simply decided to check out early in the morning without going to the front desk. There was literally no

sign of a struggle whatsoever. Now, get this shit. This dude named Yon's Sooned, father of Julie's and husband of Carol Sooned, two of the three missing women, did not even bother to report his wife and daughter missing when they failed to depart from their scheduled flight, and also failed to contact him with an explanation for why they never fucking came home. Did not even bother to report

them missing. In fact, not only did Yon's not bother to report his wife and daughter missing, it only occurred to him to do it twenty four fucking hours later, and only after he had played a round or two of golf. But it makes sense, right, considering all three of the missing women came from extremely wealthy families. The Suns are a branch of the dynastic Carrington family, and the third woman, Julie's UN's friend, Sylvina Palasso, was also

from a wealthy, well connected family in Argentina. So these are some of these high level, upper echelon fucks, okay, and their wives and daughter goes missing and they don't even bother to report them missing. Instead, they go out and play golf, right, And this is what they fucking do. They will off their own family members, their own kids, their own wife. They do not give a fuck. But they have to say face right, they have to act like they're this concerned husband, fucking you know. They gotta

make sure everybody knows how sad they are. Oh, my wife and my daughter are missing as somebody how, which is why the fucking FBI was immediately called in to assist in what was in the beginning a simple missing person's case. But these are these upper echelon motherfuckers, right, So just ten days after the reported disappearances. The FBI announced that it was bringing in two profilers, despite the fact that there was not yet any hard evidence that

the women had even been met with foul blay. Seems a bit extreme, right, They're calling in the fucking team from criminal Minds over a missing person's case with the only evidence being some damp towels on the floor of a hotel room. Okay, they didn't even allow Johnny Gosh's mom to file a missing children's report for like three days, and even after that they were like, best we can

do is milk carton. Anyways, three weeks later, right, the women's car was found, yielding the unrecognizable remains of Carol Soon and Sylvia Palasso. Seems like they kind of anticipate finding some mutilated corpses from the beginning, doesn't it. But

so only then did it become a homicide case. Now, the vehicle, which was over one hundred miles from the alleged abduction site, was thoroughly and by all appearances, quite professionally burned to a fucking crisp, completely obliterating all forensic evidence, and so badly where the bodies burned that it was difficult to even determine their gender. Okay, puss slips French fried right off, now a titt in site, I mean,

burnt to a crispy critter. And they were found in the trunk of the car, which the FBI did not bother to open until the day after the car was found and identified, which is fucking odd, right, considering that the back seat was burnt up, leaving the remains of the bodies visible to even the hunter who discovered the vehicle in the first place. And some fuckinghow Carol Soon's wallet turned up in Modesto, over one hundred miles from the abduction site. And I know what you're thinking, right, well,

what happened to Julie. Well, fucking Julie Son's nearly decapitated body was later found at yet another location, roughly midway between the Cedar lodge and the location of the car and the other two bodies. How did they know where to look for Julie if it was in this anomalous spot in the middle of nowhere. Well, there was an anonymous taunting letter that was sent to the FBI tipping

them off as to the whereabouts of the body. And due to the complexities of the crime, many investigators on the case assumed that multiple perpetrators were involved, and during the course of the investigation, at least a dozen people

were implicated in the murders. All of them were part of a drug trafficking network operating within that area, and one of these was a man named Billy Joe Strange not kidding, that was his last name, and like Carrie Stainer, Billy Joe worked at the Cedar Lodge Okay, he was the night clean up man at the lodge's restaurant, the same restaurant Carrie Stainer lived above and worked in as

a handyman, which will be important later in the story. Anyways, So this Joe Stranger's girlfriend was another suspect, and she also worked at the lodge as a night clerk Okay. Also implicated was a man named Darryl Stevens who occasionally roomed with Strange and his girlfriend. Maybe he got some strange while he was living there. Just kidding, but so.

Darryl Stevens had a lengthy arrest record, as did another suspect whose name is Michael Larwick Okay, and Michael Larwick's rap she included arrests for attempted manslaughter, rape, kidnapping, child stealing, assault with a deadly weapon, not wiping to full completion, and various drug offenses. What is it with these shitty

ass motherfuckers. But so, when police came to arrest Larwick, he led his would be apprehenders on a high speed chase in which one officer was shot, before barricading himself in a house and initiating a fourteen hour fucking standoff. But so he was eventually driven out with fucking tear gas and this whole fucking chaos ensued. But he was eventually brought to court for his arraignment, and oddly, the courtroom doors were locked to the press and public and

nobody knows what the fuck happened in there. No one was allowed to see that shit go down. But so moving forward, another dude who doesn't fucking wipe completely. Jeff Keeney, another suspect in the women's murders, also led police officers on a car and foot chase, leaving a trail of drugs in his wake. His home was found to contain

three artable meth labs you know, standard household items. And then moving on to our next suspect, Larry Utley, a convicted sex offender and an associate of Michael Larwick who was also deeply involved in the meth trade and was thought to be possibly involved in the murders as well. Now Ute Lee was also an associate of this guy named Eugene Earl Dykes, Michael Larwick's half brother, and yet another suspect. You guys, this shit goes fucking deep. All right?

How many people have I just named so far that they have suspected in the deaths of these three women, all involved in the drug trade, all have fucking history of fucking records of fucking shit, right, and once in custody, fucking Eugene claimed that Michael Larwick had admitted to playing a role in the kidnapping of these ladies. He also admitted that he had received from Michael Larwick checks and

jewelry that had belonged to each of the victims. And fucking a friend of Eugene's acknowledged being asked to forge identification to access fucking Carol Soon's bank account, and another friend admitted to having taken her wallet to fucking Modeste Though.

All right, so the pieces of the puzzle are starting to form, right, and Eugene whose ex convict father, who was also implicated, agreed to take a polygraph test, which seemed to confirm that he was being truthful about his involvement in not only the kidnappings but also the murders of these three women, and his girlfriend admitted to investigators that Eugene had confided to her that he and another man had killed the fucking three women by slitting their throats.

In the end, all Eugene himself ultimately fucking confessed first to helping transport the bodies, but then later it finally admitted to the murders themselves, and fucking he said that he had transported at least one of the bodies, which was apparent by the fact that pink fibers found on Julie's corpse, which were thought to have been from some kind of a blanket her body was wrapped in matched pink fibers recovered from a jeep used by fucking Eugene.

So there's the connection, right. Not only is he admitting it out of his own mouth, now they've matched fibers from one of the corpses to fucking fibers in a jeep of eugenees. These same fibers were also found on one of Eugene's jackets, and fucking these same pink fibers were also found in Michael Larwick's corvette. Okay, and other fibers besides these little pink fibers, which appeared to come from Julie's fucking clothes, were also found in Eugene's car. Okay,

And I get it right, Fucking fiber evidence is inherently problematic. Okay, It's just fibers. How do we convict someone on fibers? Let me tell you something, Okay. Several several, including Ted Bundy, alleged serial killers have been convicted and even condemned to die on less substantial fiber evidence cases than the one that was assembled against this group of individuals. Okay. So yeah,

the fucking fiber it means something, all right. And the incriminating fibers certainly were not the only evidence the investigators had, Okay, So don't get me twisted. It was more than just a couple of fucking fuzzies that they found. And Rachel Lou Campbell, an associate of both Eugene's and Michael Larwick, was discovered to have in her possession Carol Soon's checking account and ATM numbers, and investigators believed that she was likely the unidentified female who had called the bank twice

in the last week after the disappearances. Okay, and what was she calling about, Well, she was inquiring about the status of the account. And with all of these fucking suspects in jail on other unrelated charges, and with the evidence against them continuing to mount, most investigators considered the case to be essentially solved, and it was widely anticipated that indictments would be handed down extremely soon. But then

the most amazing thing happened. On July twenty first, nineteen ninety nine, a poor fuck named Joy Armstrong, who was living in Yosemite Park was beheaded in a brutal murder case that ended up bringing the triple Slangs back into the headlines. But I mean, let's be real, right, Other than geographic proximity, there was nothing actually linking the two cases.

Armstrong case of the beheading with the three ladies. Yeah, they happened in remotely the same area, but there was nothing really linking those two cases together, like literally at all. She didn't come from a wealthy family, you know, she wasn't the daughter of the guy who invented toaster strudel or anything like that. Just a chick who got fucking decapitated for no apparent reason near where the aristocrats' bodies were found. Right, And I said that wrong on purpose.

By the way, I know it's aristocrats, but who's got time to be fucking saying words properly? Right, It's funnier if they're aristocrats. And anyways, in this instance, there was only one victim, and she was not abducted. Okay, her body was found quickly and easily, and it wasn't even

close to the same mo Right, she was decapitated. And this is where it gets into because there was allegedly at least a clear evidence trail leading to a soul assailant, happy go lucky handyman Carrie Stainer, brother of Steven Stainer rip. Just as a reminder, and here's where it gets really fucking interesting. Okay, this chick's murder was immediately declared to be connected to the aristocrats, and it's anyone's fucking guess

how investigators came to that conclusion. But so on July twenty third, Carrie Stainer was questioned and then released, but almost immediately after his release, a warrant was issued for his arrest, and a man hunt ensued, fucking escalated real quick. But what's odd is Carrie Stainer made their very little effort, almost no effort actually to flee or conceal his identity, and he was arrested the next day at a fucking nudis colony by three FBI agents and two sheriff's deputies.

And he then waved both his right to an attorney and to remain silent, and fucking promptly launched himself into a full on, full blown confession, a fucking confession, And reportedly he did so in a detached, emotionless voice, monitone voice. And it fucking seems peculiar, right, like he had been programmed or threatened or in any other way fucking brainwashed

into doing this. Like a manchurion FUC candidate. He comes out and not only is he waving his right to remain silent and waving his right to an attorney in a what is reported as a detached, emotionless monotone voice, launched himself into a full on, full blown confession of the murders of the women and the murder of the fucking decapitated bitch right, and within a couple of days Stainer had also regurgitated his confession to a TV reporter.

He literally took sole credit for all four murders, Patsy anyone, And of course, this idiot reporter, Ted Rowlins, made the fucking rounds of national news shows talking about his juicy little scoop, and practically overnight all the evidence implicating the drug trafficking ring to the murder of these aristocrats disa fucking peered, Dissa fucking peered, even though apart from his confession, there was absolutely no evidence to support Carrie Stainer's claims

that he was slicing and dicing and burning bitches to a crisp up and down Yosemite, no evidence whatsoever other than the fact that he was willing to admit it.

Now get this. According to his version of events, Carrie Stainer single handedly got the jump on all three women in their room, was able to bind them all with duct tape, used a gun, although no gun has ever been produced and none of the victims were shot, supposedly killed two of them in the room and left one unconscious, and then all three were carried out, one at a time and loaded into their car. But some how no one at the lodge saw or heard any of this activity.

Didn't see a guy loading three bitches into a car. Nothing, but so Stayner said. He then cleaned up the hotel room in which the first two murders occurred, successfully removing all traces of a struggle my ass, And then he says, he drove for miles before stopping to kill the third victim, Julie and dump her body. He then supposedly drove many more miles to another Romo location, which happened to be very near Michael Larwick's childhood home, and abandoned the car

with the other two bodies still in the trunk. Then he took a taxi back to Yosemite Valley, incurring a fair of exactly one hundred and twenty five dollars. Two days later, yeah, the story goes on, he returned to the abandoned car in an UNTI identified vehicle, and at that time he set Carol and Lisa's body a blaze. And then after that he allegedly drove to Modesto to dump Carol's billfold, which for some bizarre reason, he did not destroy with the rest of the evidence in the

fucking blazing fire. Why not just toss that in if you've already set the car ablaze, this is what we're meant to believe. Make it make sense? Okay, make this make sense to me. Now. Even with this ridiculously convoluted story, authorities have not been able to explain away all of the incongruous evidence all right. For example, the fact that the taunting letter sent by the serial killer revealing the location of Julie's body was sealed with someone else's saliva.

What did he do go up to someone with an envelope and say, hey, lick this? Come on? The FBI even reluctantly acknowledged that DNA test verified it wasn't his fucking saliva. But here we go. The spokesman for the bureau had an explanation. Let's hear this bullshit. Their theory was that Carrie Stainer had quote tricked an unsuspecting male end quote into supplying the eliva to seal the envelope. So basically what I said, right, They think he went up to a rando and was like, Hey, I have

a cold sore, can you lick this? I don't want to accidentally give someone hand herpes when they opened the letter. I mean, make it make sense, you guys, All this evidence stacked against these other suspects that I mentioned, one right after the other in this random chit gets decapitated. He starts fucking confessing to shit, but there's absolutely no evidence to connect him to the crimes. Okay, if someone asked me, by the way, randomly asked me to lick

an envelope, I tell them to get fucked. But then again, I'm a conspiracy theorist and my brain works in weird ways. I'd be scared the fucking seal would be coded in burium acetate and I'd fucking die. Fucking there goes all my taco Tuesdays. But so moving on. Fucking Carrie had initially given an alibi for the night of the murders. He said he had been visiting a female friend, and the woman in question confirmed that fact. Okay, they were

probably getting freak nasty all night long. All right, little did he know he was gonna be pinned for four murders here in the upcoming future. But so, what do we do then, with the fact that the fucking evidence strongly indicates that the women were not killed that morning at the lodge, but later at an unknown location. Okay, what do we do with that fact? Okay, doesn't quite

match the confession, does it. And how about the fact that a number of credible witnesses came forward, or at least attempted to come forward, to attest to the fact that the three women were very much alive long after the time they were allegedly killed. What do we do with that? Uh? And a fucking private investigator working on the case discovered credit card slips for purchases Carol made

at the Yosemite Lodge after she allegedly Dissa appeared. Yosemite Lodge, by the way, was the former employer of Ken Parnell. Full circle moment, y'all, full fucking circle moment. But so Carol had signed for these purchases. And Yosemite Valley's post mistress reported selling stamps to all three women on February sixteenth, many hours after they had allegedly been kidnapped and killed. And I believe this post mistress. I believe her one

hundred percent. And in Sierra Village, far away from the Cedar Lodge and very close to where Carol's car was later found at least three witnesses reported seeing the women that afternoon, and a gas station owner remembered selling them gas, and a gift shop owner remembered them stopping in her

place of business as well, and not only that. Both the dude work in the gas station and the gift shop owner attempted to contact the FBI with these statements, but of course one failed to get through despite several attempts and messages left by the other, one went completely unanswered, and the bureau later very fucking reluctantly acknowledged that there were several credible sightings of the women, not just on February sixteenth, but on February seventeenth as well. So unless

they're fucking ghosts, the fucking confession doesn't line up. So why barrel full steam ahead with it? I mean, when exactly the women disappeared remains a mystery, as does why the women would have changed plans without contacting friends or family. But I think we can all agree they were definitely not killed in the early morning hours of February sixteenth by Carrie fucking Stainer or anyone else. They were very much alive and had been seen out and about on

the town. Okay. One witness claimed that Julie was kept alive for several days, during which time she was held in Modesto in a home some fucking wear and repeatedly raped. One witness claims this, okay, And where did this anomalous witness come from that said that Julie had been held up in a house in Modesto and repeatedly raped. Fucking

here's how. The relatives of this dude that was in early April of nineteen ninety nine claimed that this drowned guy had fucking been there and witnessed all of the assaults on Julie in Modesto, which would make sense why he fucking is drowned. So there was never any question that the murder of these three women were the work of multiple assailants, not just one single dude with a cold sword. Okay, there was no fucking question that it would have taken multiple assailants to pull this shit off.

And as Nick Rossi of the FBI said early on, quote, the assumption is that more than just one person is involved in quote, and James Maddick, the FBI's lead investigator on the case, added that they were quote operating under the assumption this was a very difficult crime for one

person to commit end quote. But even with all that, on September six, two thousand, Carrie Stainer and his defense attorney accepted the terms of a federal plea bargain agreement that had the unmistakable stench of a fucking cover up. And Carrie Stainer professed his sole guilt in the death of that Joy Armstrong that was decapitated, and he was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, and fucking skirted the death sentence. Right. But get this shit,

The guilty plea contained a very unusual provision. Here it is quote after the entry of judgment in this case, until his death, he Carrie Stainer will not speak to anyone, write to anyone, or communicate to anyone about the death of Joy Ruth Armstrong end quote. No one, In other words, will ever hear Carrie Stayner's side of the story. Ever,

this is the fucking world we live in, folks. He uh probably didn't kill the decapitated girl, definitely didn't kill the other three, but he is sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. They spared him the death sentence Henryly anyone uh otis toole but uh he probably didn't do it, but will forever go down as this fucking, raping, fucking, murdering ass motherfucker. He was literally fucking his girlfriend all night that night. Hope it was good.

I hope she rocked his world, you know. I hope she spelled coconut on that dick fucking wrote him all the way home after having this happen to him. Jesus, and get this. If the available evidence in the Stainer case leaves doubts about the sole guilt of the accused, that is all the more true in the case of the infamous murderer Richard Speck, which I mentioned very briefly

in our last episode. If veteran criminal investigators are puzzled as to how Stainer was able to subdue and control three women, then it would truly boggle the mind on how one man was able to single handedly subdue nine women, bind them all, and then systematically kill all of them but one. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the case of Richard Speck. Now, according to the soul survivor Cora Amurau, which I think maybe I'm seeing her last name right

I don't know fucker okay. She answered the door in the early morning hours of July fourteenth, nineteen sixty six,

allowing Spec entry into the house. She claimed he was brandishing a gun, though none of the victims were shot that night and no evidence was ever found indicating that a gun was used at the crime scene, and fucking authorities claimed that Spec stole the gun from a rape victim on the very day of the slaughter and then used it to quickly corral Cora and five other women in the house into a room, and fucking chaos broke out.

This is what they say happened, right. He proceeded to tear a sheet into strips, which he then used to tie the women up one by one. How he was able to accomplish this while keeping all the rest at bay, the world will never fucking know. And then, on top of that, he allegedly was able to keep a knife in his hand at all times while shredding the sheet up and holding the gun and keeping the other women

at bay. Again, how he fucking houdin need this and pulled it off is anyone's guess, But so the story goes. Three more women arrived home after SPEC's alleged entry into the house. All three were quickly bound and forced into the room with the others. Spec then alleged began dragging the women off, one at a time uh and slaughtering them,

spending twenty minutes or more with each victim. After he finished with one, according to Colora, he would go into the bathroom, wash himself up, and then return for another. This scene played out over the course of some four and a half fucking hours. During that time, the young women waiting their turn, tried to hide under the beds, hoping to elude Richard Speck right, But of course they were found and killed, all of them, that is, except Cora Hm, who claims that she alone avoided detection by

the fucking Speckle himself. He didn't know she had a fucking Harry Potter invisibility cloak. Apparently on some fucking bullshit. They say in the official narrative that Speck probably lost count of his victims and falsely concluded that all girls were dead, thereby making the crucial error of leaving behind a single living witness. But that part of the story

is problematic in a number of ways. Let's think about this, Okay, The first question is why the fuck did the girls choose to stay in the fucking room they had been herded into. The minute that motherfucker turned his back, I would have been out the fucking door like a fucking crackhead. I get it. They were bound up and shit, I mean, but come the fuck on, right, they were still able to move around within the room. They clearly were, or they would not have been able to get under the beds.

So then why would they not leave the room all together? And let's go a step further. Once you're out of the fucking room, why not get completely out of the house? Sah? And what was preventing the women from untying each other fucking clits? Before? Dick's right, you're supposed to help a sister out. You're supposed to untie each other and try to fucking get each other out of the house. Think

about it. Let's just say this is really the story, and this motherfucker's pattern was set early on, after the first couple of bitches were mutilated. It had to be abundantly clear that their lives were about to come to an abrupt end. Right, he'd unmurdered three bitches before you and then went in the bathroom, washed himself up, and then came and grabbed another one. We got the battern, right, So why not if you're able to move around? Did you not get the fuck out of there during one

of the twenty plus minute slaying sessions. Would it have been cool of you to untie and take a friend? Probably, But if we're being selfish, just get your own fucking self out of there. You could probably get to a house and call nine one one before the next girl was even taken back. And what's this shit about speck cleaning himself up after each killing? Give me a break.

It's fucking ridiculous to suggest that Speckle could have conces sealed the fresh blood that would have covered his clothes, absolutely covered his clothes, assuming that he didn't bring eight changes of clothing with him, or maybe he used plastic sheets like fucking Dexter. I don't know, but to not have a drop of blood anywhere, not a drop of blood killed how many bitches and not a drop of blood?

And let's be real. It also had to be clear to the awaiting victims that the selection of each new victim signaled that there would be a twenty to thirty minute window of opportunity to attempt a fucking escape, Like, come the fuck out, you'd have to be out of your fucking medulla to sit there on the floor and not even try to escape if you're gonna die anyways, why not, right? It's fucking inconceivable to me that these women facing certain death would have passively awaited their fate.

And what about the survivor's story. She avoided detection by hiding underneath a bed. Really a full grown ass woman. Her feet weren't sticking out, she wasn't making any breathing noises, nothing. She or Agami folded herself up and hid under the bed, and he just totally missed her. Fuck off, fuck off. Okay, that doesn't make any sense. What about all the other bitches he pulled out from under the bed? Only her? Only she survived? And does it really seem likely that

Speckle was unable to count to nine? I mean, maybe he probably doesn't fucking wipe all the way. But let's think about this. If not for the existence of the sole survivor, police investigators would have immediately assumed that multiple perpetrators were responsible for the mass carnage. Let's be real, but no theorizing was necessary since there was an eyewitness on the scene to provide the unlikely sole assailant scenario that later became the official story. Here she comes to

save the day, come on, Come On. Interestingly, though, the composite drawing of the suspect, which was a crude two dimensional rendering that was seriously lacking in detail, that was released by police based on Corra's description, did not even remotely resemble Richard Speck literally at all, looked like fucking Popeye. The sailor man was fucking in their murdering these bitches. And Richard's trial hinged primarily on what Cora's eyewitness testimony

and very little else. And Cora was zealously protected, okay, which doesn't make sense and is honestly fucking stupid, because if the imprisoned Richard Speck was the fucking soul assailant as they want us to believe, why would Cora be in any danger. He's in jail, like, what's like? What? Why would she need witness protection and all this shit if the man who did all this is secured in lockdown.

Not only that, but Cora was moved to a resort where four guards were posted around the protecting her, and she was held there incognito for fucking months while being prepped and prepared extensively for the testimony that she was to deliver. Does that make sense to you? And before being hidden away, Cora allegedly identified the suspect in the

most unusual manner. While Richard Speck in a hospital recovering from a failed suicide attempt just days after the killing, Cora was allegedly sent into this man's room dressed like a nurse to get a good look at him quote unquote, and from this encounter she positively identified Richard Speckel as the killer. And leaving aside the obvious fact that this was a brazenly illegitimate means of identifying a suspect, the real question here is what type of backwards ass shit

is this? A fucking supposedly highly trained police officer sent a supposedly severely traumatized crime victim who just days before had witnessed the slaughter of eight of her fucking friends and experienced the sheer terror of knowing that she would be next. They sent this person into a room unprotected to face the man who had put her through that torture makes sense to me, right, And what victim would be able to handle that kind of an encounter with

the memories all so fresh? And what guarantee was there that Speckle would not recognize his accuser, given that her was the first face he had seen as he entered the house that night. Cora's fucking dramatic identification of speck was just a warm up exercise for what was to come. When the time came for her to deliver her critical testimony to a packed courtroom, she delivered a hell of

a performance. She's literally a crisis actress. She recited an endlessly rehearsed version of the events of July fourteenth, and then when the time came to identify her suspect in court,

she played her trump card Okay. Rising from her seat supposedly without any prompting or rehearsal, she stepped out of the witness box, walked casually over to where Richard speck sat at the defense table, stood directly in front of him while looking him directly in the eye, and told the court this is the man, literally cinema and of course, Speckel was found guilty after just forty nine minutes of

jury deliberations and sentenced to death. But just like Henryly, his sentence was later charged to life imprisonment and he died of natural causes. But anyways, before he was even ever arrested or formally charred with any crimes, Speck was already being presented to the public as a convicted mass murderer, and the public was hungry for a culprit to hang this absolutely heinous crime on. Ever mind that the motive claimed by the state was a robbery, which was ridiculous

as fuck. Never mind that there were much easier ways to acquire twenty three dollars than by savagely murdering eight women with one's bare hands and then taking a shower after each one. Never mind all of that. Will anyone really learn what happened in the house on that faithful night? Probably not. And what of Speck. He's a fucking fall guy who may have been involved to some extent in the killings, but he certainly was not the sole assailant. Makes you wonder why he was trying to commit suicide

just a few days after this occurred. To me, Honestly, he might not have been in the house at all that night, because he had no memory of ever even leaving the bar he had been at drinking earlier that evening, but he did remember receiving an injection from a man

he did not even know. So there's that. Fucking all you dudes out there at the bar, just know, the smiley face killer is not the only thing you have to fear, because they also did that same exact thing to Ronald d'fayo of the Amityville murders, he says he has absolutely no recollection of leaving the bar or shooting his entire family in the head that night. But here we are, and fucking Ed and Lorraine Warren are all the richer for it. If you're into the paranormal scene,

you'll appreciate that reference. If not, maybe you should be cooler. Anyways, there is no question that Speck was drinking in a bar that night. A number of witnesses placed him there, and actually two of the fucking witnesses, a husband and wife, placed him at the bar during at least a portion of the time frame which the killings occurred. So nobody gonna bring that up. It's literally just like Carrie Stainer,

none of this is adding up whatsoever. These witnesses were neither friends nor acquaintances of the accused, and they had no known reason to provide Speck with a false alibi, no skin in the game whatsoever, so why would they go to the links of making something like that up.

It is possible that Richard Speck, like David Berkowitz and Pasani from the episode a while back, took the fall to protect others, which would certainly help explain the preposterously lax treatment of spec during his confinement, as evidenced by a videotape produc circa nineteen eighty eight. It depicted Speck snorting huge piles of cocaine and flashing rolls of money, not to mention sporting a rather large and quite unattractive pair of tits. That's right, folks, a pair of fucking tits.

No explanation has been forthcoming as to how it was possible for one of America's most notorious killers, while residing in what is supposed to be one of the toughest prisons in the country, was able to obtain copious quantities of drugs and money, and gain access to video equipment and hormone replacement therapy and ascetatits fucking Richard Speck turned into a fucking trance all while in prison. Yep, that's right, you heard it on the Cosmic Peach podcast. Has anyone

else heard about that shit? That was news to me? Honestly, it sounds like to me Richard Speck was rewarded in prison for being such a stand up guy and taking the fall for this ridiculously covered up mess. Because Speck had actually caught a number of breaks from the criminal justice system in the past. In Texas, just a year before the carnage in Chicago, he had been convicted of savagely attacking a girl with a knife and nearly killing her.

And despite the seriousness of the crime, and despite having a lengthy police record that included forty one arrests in a dozen years, specser just five months. This act of judicial leniency was attributed to a bureacratic error quote unquote.

Kind of reminds you of someone else from our past, right, Henry Lee Spec caught another break in nineteen seventy two, when, like I mentioned earlier, his death sentence was voided by the US Supreme Court and was re sentenced to a term of four hundred to twelve hundred years with the possibility of parole, which was still a pretty harsh sentence for a man who quite likely was, as he maintained

for over a decade, innocent. But not long after producing his infamous videotape of his titties, year's worth of stashed draman cocaine and butt plugs, SPEC's Buck ran out. At the relatively young age of forty nine, he died in prison, allegedly of a heart attack. A few years later, Cora made a sensationalized appearance on the Oprah Winfrey Show to speak publicly about the killings for the first time in twenty seven years. Bubon ching. So there we go. That is, uh,

just some absolutely ridiculous serial killer information for you. But before we wrap up, how about some fun facts? Okay, Just days after Richard Speck was arrested in Chicago, Charles Whitman, a former US Marine sharpshooter who had receive training by the Naval enlisted Signs Education Program and intelligence entity, ascended the tower at the University of Texas at Austin and

unleashed a barrage of firepower on the unsuspecting campus. By the time it was over Whitman and fourteen others lay dead,

and another thirty one victims were wounded. To ascend to his perch, Whitman supposedly dragged a heavy foot locker loaded with three rifles, three handguns, a sawd off shotgun, seven hundred rounds of ammunition, two knives, enough food and water to last for several days, gasoline, an alarm, clock, a radio, a compass, a hammer, a hatchet, and various other items up three fucking flights of stairs, unnoticed and unassisted, and once there, his shooting spree lasted for more than an

hour in an half. Firing with uncanny accuracy, he picked off fifteen victims in the first thirty five minutes alone, with shots coming at various times from all four sides of the clock tower. So many shots were pouring out of the sniper's nest that many witnesses on the ground assumed that there were multiple gunmen. Here's the thing. The night before the rampage, Charles had killed his wife and

his mother. Whitman had also left a note which read, in part quote, I don't quite understand what is compelling me to type this note. I have been to a psychiatrist, I have been having fears and violent impulses end quote. Along with the note, he reportedly left a roll of

exposed film with instructions to develop after his death. Both these maps murders, one in Chicago, Illinois with Richard Speck and this one in Austin, Texas, took place just weeks after Anton Levy had formally established the Church of Satan and declared April thirtieth, nineteen sixty six to be the first day of the Age of Satan. Whitman's rampage occurred

on August first, lamas on the occult calendar. The face of a particularly brutal criminal enterprise masquerading as a religion was beginning to emerge from the shadows, and its effect

on American society would be profound. As The New York Times observed exactly thirty three years later, talking about the reopening of the Towers Observation Deck, Here's a quote quote the Whitman attack marked a new and different terror that anyone anywhere could be killed at random in quote, and as the Time stated, this new and holy manufactured threat quote prompted many police departments to develop the first swat teams.

In quote, America was under siege. And with all that being said, to sum it up, here is a quote from the Son of Sam quote our goal was to create an atmosphere where there's lawlessness and disorder everywhere in quote the one of many David Berkowitz. David Berkowitz is not an isolated case. Richard Speck is not an isolated case. Whitman, Carrie Stainer, Stephen Stainer, they are not isolated cases. And it makes you really wonder what is going on with

the idea in the sensationalism of the serial killer? Are they programmed to kill? With that being said, everyone, I hope you enjoyed this episode. It uh was really shocking to me to learn about some of these connections, and I hope to see you back next week for the conclusion of our Program to Kill series with Program to Kill Part six. Before we go, there is one very important vital piece of information I need you to learn

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