Isla Vista shooting: Read Elliot Rodger's graphic, elaborate attack plan. Elliot Rodger, the suspect in a rampage near UC Santa Barbara, outlined his intentions in a 1. Friday night, shortly before the killings, to someone he knew from an online body building forum. The document was forwarded to KEYT- TV Channel 3 in Santa Barbara, which provided a copy to The Times. WARNING: The document contains graphic language. The first people I would have to kill are my two housemates, to secure the entire apartment for myself as my personal torture and killing chamber. The first people I would have to kill are my two housemates.— Elliot Rodger. Best Places to eat - Restaurant reviews and ratings by and for Motorcycle riders. Your encyclopedia for great food and great rides. Lake Cumberland's Classic Top 40 radio station. The best music of the 60s, 70s, 80s. Elliot Rodger, the suspect in a rampage at UC Santa Barbara, wrote a 137-page outline of his plans to kill Elliot Rodger, the suspect in a rampage near UC Santa. Many people don’t know that San Diego was the site of a terrible airline crash in 1978 — PSA Airliner Crash. On Monday, September 25th, San Diego was the scene of. After that, I will start luring people into my apartment, knock them out with a hammer, and slit their throats. I will torture some of the good looking people before I kill them, assuming that the good looking ones had the best sex lives. All of that pleasure they had in life, I will punish by bringing them pain and suffering. I have lived a life of pain and suffering, and it was time to bring that pain to people who actually deserve it. I will cut them, flay them, strip all the skin off their flesh, and pour boiling water all over them while they are still alive, as well as any other form of torture I could possibly think of. When they are dead, I will behead them and keep their heads in a bag, for their heads will play a major role in the final phase. This First Phase will represent my vengeance against all of the men who have had pleasurable sex lives while I’ve had to suffer. Things will be fair once I make them suffer as I did. I will finally even the score. The Second Phase will take place on the Day of Retribution itself, just before the climactic massacre. The Second Phase will represent my War on Women. I will punish all females for the crime of depriving me of sex. ![]() ![]() ![]() They have starved me of sex for my entire youth, and gave that pleasure to other men. In doing so, they took many years of my life away. I cannot kill every single female on earth, but I can deliver a devastating blow that will shake all of them to the core of their wicked hearts. I will attack the very girls who represent everything I hate in the female gender: The hottest sorority of UCSB. After doing a lot of extensive research within the last year, I found out that the sorority with the most beautiful girls is Alpha Phi Sorority. I know exactly where their house is, and I’ve sat outside it in my car to stalk them many times. Alpha Phi sorority is full of hot, beautiful blonde girls; the kind of girls I’ve always desired but was never able to have because they all look down on me. They are all spoiled, heartless, wicked bitches. They think they are superior to me, and if I ever tried to ask one on a date, they would reject me cruelly. I will sneak into their house at around 9: 0. Then we shall see who the superior one really is! The Final Phase of the Day of Retribution will be my ultimate showdown in the streets of Isla Vista. On the morning before, I will drive down to my father’s house to kill my little brother, denying him of the chance to grow up to surpass me, along with my stepmother . My father will be away on one of his business trips, so thankfully I won’t have to deal with him. If he didn’t go away on that trip, I might even have to postpone the whole plan because of my fear that I might hesitate if I have to kill him. Once I’ve taken care of my brother and stepmother, I will switch over to the Mercedes SUV, and drive it back up to Isla Vista. I will use it as one of my killing machines against my enemies. An SUV will cause a lot more damage than my BMW coupe. After I have killed all of the sorority girls at the Alpha Phi House, I will quickly get into the SUV before the police arrive, assuming they would arrive within 3 minutes. I will then make my way to Del Playa, splattering as many of my enemies as I can with the SUV, and shooting anyone I don’t splatter. I can only imagine how sweet it will be to ram the SUV into all of those groups of popular young people who I’ve always witnessed walking right in the middle of the road as if they are better than everyone else. When they are writhing in pain, their bodies broken and dying after I splatter them, they will fully realize their crimes. Once I reach Del Playa Street, I will dump the bag of severed heads I had saved from my previous victims, proclaiming to everyone how much I’ve made them all suffer. Once they see all of their friend’s heads roll onto the street, everyone will fear me as the powerful god I am. I will then start massacring everyone on Del Playa Street. Informative and interesting videos about Caltrans' latest efforts to provide a safe, sustainable, integrated and efficient transportation. A good dog who knows when it’s time for a nap. Image: Wikimedia Commons Climate change is bad—it’s causing sea levels to rise, it’s exacerbating heat waves. Search Real Estate in Kolkata - Buy, Sell and Rent Best Residential Properties in Kolkata by Real Property owners, Dealers, Builders and Real Estate Agents. Tidal prediction (tables and graphs) for Marin County, including sunrise and sunset times. Available for anytime past and present. I will pull up next to a house party and fire bullets at everyone partying on the front yard. I will specifically target the good looking people, and all of the couples. After I have destroyed a house party, I will continue down Del Playa, destroying everything and everyone. ![]() ![]() ![]() When I see the first police car come to their rescue, I will drive away as fast as I can, shooting and ramming anyone in my path until I find a suitable place to finally end my life. To end my life, I will quickly swallow all of the Xanax and Vicodin pills I have left, along with an ample amount of hard liquor. Immediately after imbibing this mixture, I will shoot myself in the head with two of my handguns simultaneously. If the gunshots don’t kill me, the deadly drug mixture eventually will. I will not suffer being captured and sent to prison. I must plan this very efficiently. Nothing can go wrong. It needs to be perfect. This is now my sole purpose on this world. My plans will come to fruition, and I mustn’t let anyone stop me. On the week leading up to date I set for the Day of Retribution, I uploaded several videos onto Youtube in order to express my views and feelings to the world, though I don’t plan on uploading my ultimate video until minutes before the attack, because on that video I will talk about exactly why I’m doing this. I opened it to see about seven police officers asking for me. As soon as I saw those cops, the biggest fear I had ever felt in my life overcame me. I had the striking and devastating fear that someone had somehow discovered what I was planning to do, and reported me for it. If that was the case, the police would have searched my room, found all of my guns and weapons, along with my writings about what I plan to do with them. I would have been thrown in jail, denied of the chance to exact revenge on my enemies. I can’t imagine a hell darker than that. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, but it was so close. Apparently, someone saw my videos and became instantly suspicious of me. They called some sort of health agency, who called the police to check up on me. The police told me it was my mother who called them, but my mother told me it was the health agency. My mother had watched the videos and was very disturbed by them. I don’t suppose I’ll ever know the full truth of who called the police on me. The police interrogated me outside for a few minutes, asking me if I had suicidal thoughts. I tactfully told them that it was all a misunderstanding, and they finally left. If they had demanded to search my room. For a few horrible seconds I thought it was all over. When they left, the biggest wave of relief swept over me. It was so scary. It was all because of the videos. I must have expressed too much anger in them. I immediately took most of them off of Youtube, and planned to reupload them a few days before the Day of Retribution. This incident made me realize that I needed to be extra careful. I can’t let anyone become suspicious of me. All it takes is for one person to call the police and tell them that they think I’m going to perpetrate a shooting, and the police will be coming to my door again, demanding to search my room. For the next few days, I felt extremely fearful that they could show up anytime. I kept one of my handguns with a few loaded magazines near me just in case such a thing did happen. If they did show up, I would have to try to quickly shoot them all and escape out the back window. I would then have to perform a hasty mockery of my plans, with the police on my tail. That will ruin everything. Thankfully, all suspicion of me was dropped after I took down the videos from Youtube, and the police never came back. During the last few weeks of my life, I continued my daily adventures around town, trying to experience as much of the world as I could before I die. I did this quickly and hastily, at a local gun shop called Goleta Gun and Supply. I had already done some research on handguns, and I decided to purchase the Glock 3. I signed all of the papers and was told that my pickup day was in mid- December. After I picked up the handgun, I brought it back to my room and felt a new sense of power. I was now armed. Who’s the alpha male now, bitches. I didn’t spend all of it though, for I still needed supplies that were vital to my plans. First, I needed to buy a third handgun, just in case one of them jams. I needed two working handguns at the same time, as that was how I planned to commit suicide; with two simultaneous shots to the head. I also needed to buy magazine clips and ammunition, as well as knives and carrying cases for my equipment.? I am beautiful, and I am half white myself. I am descended from British aristocracy. He is descended from slaves. I deserve it more. I tried not to believe his foul words, but they were already said, and it was hard to erase from my mind. If this is actually true, if this ugly black filth was able to have sex with a blonde white girl at the age of thirteen while I’ve had to suffer virginity all my life, then this just proves how ridiculous the female gender is. They would give themselves to this filthy scum, but they reject ME? The injustice! I dreaded how horrible it would be to continue suffering my miserable, lonely, celibate life in such a beautiful city where everyone else experienced the pleasures of sex and love. That would be the darkest hell. And that was exactly what was in store for me. PSA Crash in 1. 97. Many people don’t know that San Diego was the site of a terrible airline crash in 1. PSA Airliner Crash. On Monday, September 2. San Diego was the scene of the worst air disaster, to date, in the United States. A mid- air collision between a Cessna 1. Pacific Southwest Airlines (PSA) Boeing 7. A total of 1. 44 lives were lost including 7 people on the ground as well as the two people in the Cessna light aircraft. More than 2. 0 residences were damaged or destroyed. The fire went to Fourth Alarm status, committing 6. Department as well as several outside agencies who also responded. Droves of off- duty firefighters voluntarily reported back to their assigned stations or to the crash scene to help where they could. Here’s the record on Air. Disaster. com (and can you get a more grisly website than that?), and be sure to check out the Special Report on PSA flight 1. This page includes cockpit voice recorder data as well as comments from visitors to the site who claim to have lost friends and loved ones. Heartbreaking stuff. And this page has photos of the dead. San Diego Magazine ran an extended piece in 1. Pieces of the Cessna, with its two- man crew, crashed at 3. Polk streets in the heart of North Park, an eclectic mix of shopkeepers and working- class residents, a few miles from the San Diego Zoo. Ground zero for PSA’s 1. Dwight and Nile streets, just west of Interstate 8. Lindbergh Field. Flight recorder data showed the collision happened at 1 minute, 4. From resounding collision to fiery aftermath, the elapsed time was just 1. Popularity: 2. 9% .
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