From an article titled “Amateur Cybersleuths flocking to BTK Case” (link goes to the article at USA Today online) published by the Associated Press on March 2, 2005:
“…when Dennis L. Rader was arrested Friday and eventually charged with killing 10 people in and around Wichita from 1974 to 1991, it only fueled Internet interest in the case. Posters and bloggers speculated about motives, swapped rumors about clues that might have cracked the case and combed through old messages to see if BTK — whoever the killer turns out to be — had been reading and posting right along with them…”
Later in the article:
“…Some of the theories were far-fetched: BTK was a woman. BTK was three people. BTK was dead, and someone else had found his trophies and picked up the game.
But some conjectures turned out to be too close for comfort.
Steve Huff, an operatic tenor from Atlanta who maintains a BTK page on his Web log, or blog, speculated in December that the killer would be a balding, stocky, mustachioed neat freak who wore glasses with heavy frames…”
I added the link to my true crime blog’s BTK archive, it is not found in the article. Wouldn’t you?
Here’s a link to that “profile” I wrote – Steve’s eerily correct profile, except for a few major details.
I really think I just benefitted from being somewhat perceptive and analytical, and from coincidence.
But it’s hard, when I think of former CBS executive vice-president of news Jonathan Klein’s quote about bloggers as being the “guys in pajamas”, to not feel as if I’ve made another small score for the Pajama Posse.
I corresponded, by the way, with all the folks who propounded those crazy theories – BTK being a woman, a roving gang of crackheads, etc – and they were very sincere people…but working on issues all their own and using BTK to do it.
Hey, I probably was too…and the journey through the message boards devoted to BTK are a blog entry all their own.
I’m not quitting the day job, though. I’m still a much better singer than I am profiler.
But I will admit – when I finally saw Dennis Rader’s mugshot, he was so close in appearance to the monster I’d pictured in my head that I was more than chilled, I was freaked. Creeped.
I needed some holy water, garlic, and a cross, or something. Or an exorcism.
Anyway, go see my hits, and my misses – which are plentiful – if you get a chance. I think I was pretty much even with a number of the professionals, accuracy-wise. Please remember as you read that I wrote it all while wearing my Got-damn pajamas.
I must say that one thing that has occurred to me since Rader’s arrest is this; if I could nail some things like that, what else will I be right about in the future?
For one as prone to paranoia as I am, that’s an unpleasant thought.
I’ll see ya in the panic room. Sleeping there till further notice, yo.