The Truth About Murder
It’s a word that repels, intrigues, disgusts and attracts.
It’s also much more common than people generally suspect.
There are people out there who are far more adept at its practice than any documentary, true crime novel, or podcast would portray.
Indeed, even the police, FBI, and even the CIA grossly underestimate its commonality in every day society.
We have all heard about crimes of passion, gang-related executions, anger gone too far. We have heard of contract killers and serial killers with victims that number into the hundreds.
But this very awareness is the source of the world’s misapprehension.
Governments, police, and the military only know what they have solved.
Born killers never get caught.
This truism is embodied by a partial misconception that is all too readily accepted as historical fact: People believe that the British Empire saw fit to ship its criminals to Australia. This is at once correct and utterly incorrect.
England only expelled those criminals it caught. Thousands more were never apprehended because they were savvy enough to employ secrecy and subtlety in their misdeeds. We were all criminals, it’s just that some of us were smart enough to legitimize our nefarious activities and call it ‘business’ or ‘politics.’
The same is true of murder. The world only knows of the murderers who have been paraded publicly. No matter the time, money and effort expended to secure their capture, every single name attached to a kill is fundamentally that of an amateur.
Murderers that get caught do so because of one of two traits: stupidity or laziness.
The stupid ones would get caught no matter what. They’re not smart enough to even understand their motivations anyway and their capture simply assists Darwinism, whether through lack of brainpower or an innate mental deficiency. Even the so-called most intelligent individuals panic when confronted with their role in such finality and simple errors occur in their haste to cover their tracks. These people are not murderers, they are killers, people who acted on a compulsion that, when it moved from the metaphysical into the concrete, suddenly panicked at the reality with which they were suddenly faced.
As for the lazy ones, they often don’t even realize their laziness.
A simple, fatality-related phrase such as ‘shallow grave’ is, frankly, a synonym for laziness.
Accidental, amateur, or anxiety-ridden murderers will only dig enough to disturb the earth. They may scoop deep enough into the soil for the discarded nose or forehead of their victim to lay parallel with the surface of the earth. Some slightly more intelligent perpetrators may go so far as to dig a full six feet deep hole. Why? Because that is what society dictates is an adequate depth for cemeteries and the mass interment of our kin. They don’t consider the soil type, the surrounding environment, or the ramifications of surface disturbance.
They don’t stop and think about the depth to which radar or sonar can penetrate particular types of substrate, alerting authorities to potential bodies. Nor do they consider the difference in color, texture or dampness of the soil they dug when replaced in reverse order upon the remnants of their action.
This is laziness: Laziness surrounding physical effort, observation, consideration and simple, accessible research.
If such individuals spent a mere few minutes researching, they’d find that radar has trouble penetrating clay and damp soils, peering to a depth no greater than a few feet at best. Loose, dry soil, though much easier to penetrate, will consume and regurgitate a radar signal to depths of 15 feet or more.
Six feet is a magic measurement when it comes to disposal of the dead, imposed arbitrarily, but remarkably standardized. Authorities are far less likely to look any deeper than eight feet. When one has dug six feet down and seven feet long, what is an additional couple of feet in the grand scheme of things? An extra hour of effort for a potential lifetime of freedom seems worth it to me.
However, there is more to consider. What about man’s best friend, the sniffer dog?
This is where one must consider the environment as well as the opponent.
Those who know what they’re doing pick a spot plentiful in animal burrows. They dig deep: deeper than six feet. They remove topsoil of a similar consistency, one handful at a time, from across a couple hundred square feet area.
Once interred and filled in, they will take an industrial drill bit and core out a hole or two to emulate the dens of tarantulas, snakes, or mice surrounding the plot.
And then they will roll a lemon or orange into the opening of that hole.
Dogs hate the smell of citrus. When confronted with multiple animal burrows, clustered in a small area, they will invariably avoid the one that emits an offensive odor: The one directly above your deposit.
So why is this not common knowledge?
Simple. This is the final rule observed by all adept killers: They never speak. To anyone. Ever.
How do I know this?
Surely it’s obvious.