I think the closest thing I've come to a woman who was down with my cause was after I bitched at her for five months, the apartment was finally cleaned and supper was in the oven when I came home one night. Of course, there was a stalker or two during my mid-twenties, and now that I think back, it was flattering. However, never in my life nor anyone male I know personally has there ever been a woman who stayed downstairs while I raped a kidnapped fourteen-year-old, and allowed me to verbally abuse her even after I've slapped the shit out of her mouth.
Karla Homolka, even though in her mid thirties now, was the ideal girlfriend at age twenty. I'd like to give Paul Bernardo all the credit for training her, but a woman sort of has to come into a relationship and already know what role she is going to be playing. This broad sucked and fucked him dry, licked his ass, and willingly allowed her ass to be assaulted by his cock and other things. Then when that became trite for Paul, he wanted to fuck her little sister, so Karla doped her sibling with animal tranquilizers and then held the camera while Paul filled both of her holes. Of course, then Karla's sister, Tammy, basically choked on her own vomit while put down and died in the midst, and yet Karla still married Paul three months after they'd killed her.
Awesome!! Now that's dedication to your man. Then to find out your man was a notorious rapist in another city after he aided in fucking her little sister to death, ol' Paul brings back home a couple other teenagers and rapes them while Karla videotapes and participates . . . and she still stayed! I don't know about anyone else, but that kind of dedication is so hard to come by, I don't even think a quixotic, romantic comedy has tackled it because it just, quite simply, doesn't exist.
Who knows? If Paul hadn't beaten the shit out of Karla all those times, those two might have gotten away with it. All I know is if some chick did all that shit for me, I certainly wouldn't be punching her in the face to the point she looked like a goddamn raccoon. All I'm saying is it's hard to find a woman who will stand by your side during hard times, but much more so be an accomplice to several malicious crimes and still cook. I don't even want to marry her because she's attractive. Ya know, she's a looker, no doubt, but I'd still marry her today and not worry about sexual things. I mean, Christ, to nut inside of her, I'd have to get drunk, get high, then slip myself a date rape drug because she's obviously fucking crazy. Crazier than any broad I've ever dated, which ultimately turns me on all the more now that I think about it.
Karla Teale - Bernardo - Homolka, please tour, because you are fucking awesome.
The stuff I would do to this woman to make her feel special is beyond most people's comprehension. One can't really consider this an obsession because it's not like if she died in Paris I would take a trip to her gravestone and party by all the fucking graffiti just to make myself feel some worth. Nor would I burn candles on her birthday and repeatedly air the movie "Juice" just because she was some dumb fucking asshole who got shot for running his mouth. Also, I wouldn't set up some Bunsen burner to the gas line in my house and let that fucker burn for 44 years simply because the driver in a motorcade doesn't know when to hit the fucking gas pedal.
Now everyone's all worried because Karla just had a baby boy. Man, let it go. Yea, she aided in the killing of Tammy Lyn, which is horrible. And yes, she aided in causing the Mahaffy and French families incredible aguish, but I'm not even one of those assholes who is going to say, "She paid her debt to society." That's nothing your or my opinion matters about. The point is, given Karla's age when all this happened and everything she did for Paul kicks ass. You can't even find that type of dedication in thoroughbred dogs.
There's no doubt that she sucks as an upstanding citizen who's morally conscious. Grade F, baby. You failed miserably. Now as a girlfriend, five-star, baby, and I'd suck your toes every night just to remind you how special you are to me. You rock.
Forever yours,
Z.