no, he isn't.

None of them are worthy of being "favorites" because they do what
anyone could else do but for good reason chooses not to.

Dude, I KNOW Jim has his problems, but he's NOT a killer.

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Now just throw your hands in the motherf**kin air
And wave the motherf**kers like ya just don't care
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (why?) cuz Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My s**t's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
with the Dogg Pound right behind me
and up in yo b***h, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherf**kin name?

--Snoop Dogg, "Who (n.N.) Am I (What's My Name)"

The mind wobbles. Truly. You just watched the A&E on Ramirez and Shawcross
the other night and decide to jump on the SK groupie bandwagon.
So, G-fly, what MO is your favorite template of killing? You mentioned you
just dig Shawcross, like a daddy-bear. Is it the intoxication of the power
he exerted while he got off during the killing, or in the way he captured
and treated his victims? Do you get aroused thinking about each act of
torture, the children he defiled and cannibalized their pre-pubescent sexual
organs? Is it the literal eating of the labial majora and minora that work
you up into a lather? Or is it that Shawcross was nothing more than a
nightmare product of self hatred, severe head injuries, a screwed up home,
and not receiving proper mental help after serving his country in Vietnam,
where he actually started killing mothers and kiddies as perceived threats?

I wonder what you would have done had you been found naked, drugged, and
beat up, a hole drilled into your scull with acid poured into your brain on
a street by concerned parties who tried to help you, only to be escorted
back to the killer's den by the killer, with the cop's consent and laughter
at the thought of a gay domestic, knowing you were to go back to face an
extremely violent end. And then to be kept until your body is to be consumed
or tossed like garbage, your family having already had your younger sibling
been a victim of the same man a couple of years before. Meet the oh so
handsome Jeff Dahmer. Oh he was such the hottie.

I'm curious to know what type of person runs into a couple of hour long
documentaries that show only a small part of a monster's life, glorifies it,
and makes a game of it.

Steven Perkoff.

And real real bad teeth.. that was one of his characteristics that
got him caught..