I've been off reading the archived blog posts of Joseph Duncan, a man who, if guilty, was allowed to remain free despite his obvious danger to siciety. Fox reports preliminary information suggests Dylan is deceased. See Steve Huff for story updates.
Cell phone service has been basically out to Aruba since last night - that's why no updates on Natalee Holloway case as of now.
Update: Here's one of many blog entries - chilling. How many victims, I wonder?
To be more specific, I am scared, alone, and confused, and my reaction is to strike out toward the perceived source of my misery, society. My intent is to harm society as much as I can, then die.
As for the "Happy Joe" (Jet), well he was just a dream. The bogeyman was alive and happy long before Happy Joe. I was in prison for over 18 years, since the age of 17. As an adult all I knew was the oppression of incarceration. All those years I dreamed of getting out...And getting even. Instead, I got out and I got even, but did not get caught.
So, I got even again, and again did not get caught. So, I figured, well, I got even twice (actually more, but that's here nor there), even if I'm the only one who knows, so now what? Well that was when the "Happy Joe" dream started. I met a bunch of really great people, the kind of people I didn't even know existed, but here they were, bunches of them, my neighbors, my landlords, my professors, my coworkers, and they were all good people, who were willing to give me a chance despite my past.
They were willing to accept me and be my friend, something that was new for me, having been betrayed by many "friends" and even my own family. So, I tried to make it work. But the problem was those demons. The ones who "got even" for me. They kept reminding me that if my new "friends" knew about them (and what they, I, had done to even), then so much for their friendship.
So, "Happy Joe" was just dreaming, or pretending to be happy.
More:
I feel that animals should have rights, and violating them for our mere convenience is disgusting. I don’t even like calling my cats “pets.” Most people who know me know that I prefer to refer to them as my “boys.” But don’t worry; I don’t go overboard with the cat lover thing. I just respect them the same as I would respect any creature, even my mouse before it died. I treated my mouse the way I thought was best for his happiness. I do the same for my cats, and I try to do the same for all people I meet. Yes, even the ones I do not like. It’s not always easy, but the harder it is, the more I grow by doing it.