When I hear impossibly good encomiums like this pronounced as a defense when their loved one openly gets caught doing something heinous, it has the opposite effect on me, to the point they’d be better off just shutting their mouths. This is from Ed Ross, the murderer’s dad:

You would never find a nicer, kinder person,’ the father added about his son. ‘He’s a committed, conservative Christian, a tremendous father, a tremendous husband. I couldn’t be more proud of him.’

Yeah. That’s what people said about Ted Bundy fifty years ago, and it’s always the same. This is not a joke and I’m not exaggerating: Bundy was active in his community, very popular to the point he even considered running for public office. The author Ann Rule met him while volunteering on the same mental health help line, helping people to not commit suicide on the night watch – and the whole time Bundy was doing his weird, dark, vile, unnatural murder shit. Over and over again.

And Bundy is just one instance out of countless many; I can’t remember a single time when all this impossibly high praise turned out to be anything more than worthless, empty words.

So when I see shit like this I just think Keep telling me about your Ed Gein spawn, motherfucker. Carry on.