Attention Murderinos! Today’s post is solely dedicated to the world of My Favorite Murder!
If you don’t know what that is, then you must not be a true crime fan, because Georgia Hardstark and Karen Kilgariff are fucking RUNNING the true crime game right now.
Last September, I saw them live in Toronto. That was a crazy-ass show and I think I left the Sony Centre with hearing loss. Murderinos were losing their damn minds like One Direction just walked out onto the stage (One Direction is still a thing, right?)
Even though I’m a little bit behind on my podcast listening, I’m a Murderino for life. I’ve spent a lot of my
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hard earned money on their merchandise, including two sweaters, a t-shirt, some stickers that adorn my tablet case and most recently, a new keychain from an independent creator on Etsy that says “LOCK YOUR FUCKING DOOR.” It’s perfect and I can’t wait for it to ship.
It feels like it’s been a minute since I’ve done a True Crime post. Maybe because I feel like I’ve been really busy, but also the days are just absolutely dragging at work. I wasn’t even totally sure I was going to do one this week until a creepy story broke on Monday night from New York…but we’ll get to that in a minute.
I want to start with something a little bit different that I know is not technically “true crime”, but I created this regular post to talk about crazy/interesting crimes talking place across the globe so we can be aware, but also to talk about the deaths of people who were victims, taken from this world before it seemed fair or just, before they had a chance to experience whatever they went for in life.
And so, with that in mind, the Humboldt Broncos fit that sentiment.
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“Ken, two kids just came in with some story about a body out in a field somewhere. Want to go down and see what it’s all about?”
Last True Crime Tuesday, I talked about the still unsolved Robison Family Murders.
One of the theories (however unlikely, and if you read this post you’ll see why) batted around has been that the family fell victim to John Norman Collins, aka the Ypsilanti Ripper, the Michigan Murderer, and the Co-Ed Killer.
Oh shit, I just love those classically cheesy serial killer nicknames.
John Norman Collins beat and strangled seven women to death between 1967 and 1969. Grab a drink, snuggle in and let’s take a longggggggg journey through a savage serial killer’s spree. This is an intense one and probably comes across best if you read it like Keith Morrison is narrating it.
When I first started to learn about John Norman Collins, I was struck by how much he reminded me of Ted Bundy – good looking, “all-American”; a fun, kind and motivated fraternity brother. A normal guy, who aspired to be a school teacher and gave no outward indication of his darker side; a darker side directed towards young university girls.
Collins happened before Bundy. He’s the original co-ed nightmare.
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