Care este cea mai mare femeie asasin din istorie?

Cum educi o pisica ?

MELODII RECLAME

julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 14:51
Buna, M-am gandit ca este o tema destul de putin abordata. As vrea sa intelegem motivatiile si natura actului feminin criminal, sa obtinem o imagine comprehensiva privind personalitatea criminala feminina si sa �n�elegem femeile �ncarcerate pentru omor prin dezvoltarea unui profil sociopsihologic. Asadar, 1. Ce la face pe aceste reprezentante ale sexului frumos sa comite crime odioase? 2. Cate tipuri de femei asasin exista? (mama asasina, sotie asasina..) 3. Credeti ca aceasta criminalitate este intradevar mai putin dezvoltata la barbati decat la femei sau barbatii nu se pot controla intotdeauna, astfel comitand mai multe crime decat femeile? Sa vedem ce va iesi...
Imi cer scuze pentru eroarea strecurata 3. Credeti ca aceasta criminalitate este intradevar mai putin dezvoltata la FEMEI decat la BARBATI sau barbatii nu se pot controla intotdeauna, astfel comitand mai multe crime decat femeile?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 14:54
femeile ucid din cauza de ltp.....ori sunt psihopate......barb pt ca sunt niste "criminali"......sucesc gatul la femei

Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 15:20
De la: heaven_gate, la data 2008-10-15 15:20:12femeile ucid din cauza de ltp.....ori sunt psihopate......barb pt ca sunt niste "criminali"......sucesc gatul la femei Sau pentru ca au fost abuzate si maltrate si au ajuns la limita?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 15:30
Pe tema asta filmul "Monster" e o mic� bijuterie. Cred c� diferen�a semnificativ� dintre num�rul de femei care ucid cu m�inile lor �i cel al b�rba�ilor st�, dincolo de for�a fizic�, �n manipulare. O femeie �tie mult mai bine s� instrumenteze un b�rbat s� fac� ceea ce ea �i dore�te. Nu e nevoie s�-�i "murd�reasc�" ea �ns�i m�inile dec�t �n cazuri disperate sau pasionale. Cred c� �n sensul �sta, cea mai mare criminal� din istorie a fost Regina Victoria, �n numele c�reia Imperiul Britanic a cucerit o treime de glob.
ionutsk Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 15:38
De la: ionutsk, la data 2008-10-15 15:38:37Pe tema asta filmul "Monster" e o mic� bijuterie. Cred c� diferen�a semnificativ� dintre num�rul de femei care ucid cu m�inile lor �i cel al b�rba�ilor st�, dincolo de for�a fizic�, �n manipulare. O femeie �tie mult mai bine s� instrumenteze un b�rbat s� fac� ceea ce ea �i dore�te. Nu e nevoie s�-�i "murd�reasc�" ea �ns�i m�inile dec�t �n cazuri disperate sau pasionale. Cred c� �n sensul �sta, cea mai mare criminal� din istorie a fost Regina Victoria, �n numele c�reia Imperiul Britanic a cucerit o treime de glob. Deci manipularea este o tehnica a femeilor, care le este mai mult decat la indemana. Motivele ar fi disperarea sau gelozia. Dar ce le aduce pe femei in situatii atat de disperate incat sa ucida?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 15:43
Orgoliul �i vanitatea. Eu zic c� sunt cauze mai probabile dec�t suferin�a sau disperarea.
ionutsk Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:05
nu mai suporta stilul de viata ............ajung la disperare.......poate fi boala cronica,violenta fizica,alcoolul,drogurile,lipsa de cultura(ma refer la femeile care isi ucid proprii copii),sau pur si simplu li se pune pata si nu mai judeca in astfel de momente.....eu oricum nu inteleg de ucid atat femeile cat si barbatii.......poate au o satisfactie facand asta...........se ne gandim la o anume religie.......secta?......
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:07
De la: heaven_gate, la data 2008-10-15 16:07:11nu mai suporta stilul de viata ............ajung la disperare.......poate fi boala cronica,violenta fizica,alcoolul,drogurile,lipsa de cultura(ma refer la femeile care isi ucid proprii copii),sau pur si simplu li se pune pata si nu mai judeca in astfel de momente.....eu oricum nu inteleg de ucid atat femeile cat si barbatii.......poate au o satisfactie facand asta...........se ne gandim la o anume religie.......secta?...... Deci, factorii ar fi: 1. dsifunctionalitati cerebrale 2. .abuzul fizic asupra lor in copilarie sau in tinerete 3. inconstienta data de consumul de alcool si droguri 4. diferentele de cultura Nu cred ca lipsa de cultura duce neaparat la omorul unui copil de catre mama. O femeie poate avea instincte materne si isi poate iubi copiii, chiar daca da dovada de lipsa de cultura. Daca e sa ne gandim la religie si secte , cred ca deja vorbim despre crime in masa, crime organizate si atunci stim factorul: Influenta liderului sectei asupra membrilor... Oare instinctele criminale se mostenesc ereditar sau sunt invatate? Oare femeile criminale nu sunt rodul unei societati anomice?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:24
hai sa iti dau un ex...........bunicu unei cunostiinte mare hot-----fiul lui la randu-i hot......nepotu-hot.....nu stiu stranepotul............
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:26
eu pot da exemplu de baiatul unui criminal care a ajuns medic...deci a ales sa salveze vieti si nu sa le ia. la el de ce nu a functionat? oare sa fie de vina cultura? societatea?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:35
cum spuneam depinde cat de multa cultura ai.....cine te educa......ce exemplu ai langa tine.........
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:36
si mai depinde si de tine insuti.....o familie destramata...raman 2 copii.....ce aleg acei copii ,ajunsi la maturitate.....sa ia ex parintilor.....sau isi cauta pe cineva cu care sa se inteleaga......sau faca tot posibilul sa nu calce pe urmele parintilor.....
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:39
poate fi ereditara......dar se poate modela...cu ajutorul educatiei
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:40
Am auzit un caz in care femeia si-a omorat barbatul pentru a ii manca ficatul..pentru ca ii era pofta de ficat uman. Acestei femei ii gasesti vreo justificare?
julyane19 Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 16:53
ii era foame si nu avea ce manca?.............
Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 17:34
In plan social si legislativ nici o crima nu are justificare , doar circumstantze atenuante, eventual in plan psihologic, dar nici acolo... mai degraba factori care au determinat persoana respectiva sa sa manifeste o astfel de pierdere a controlului...
Lillix Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 17:36
Ii era pofta de ficat uman....Cum?...pofta presupune ca inaintea acestei crime mancase deja ficat uman; in necunostiintza nu vad cum altfel sa fi avut astfel de pofte...Cuoriozitatea ar putea fi o explicatie mai plauzibila...bon o curiozitate foarte bolnavicioasa, psihedelica....Si s au mai intalnit cazuri de canibalism si in alte circumstantze...Nu are legatura, dar caz real, supravietzuitorii unui accident de avion foarte grav; avionul picase undeva in munti , la foarte mare altitudine, pe timp de iarna au recurs la canibalism pentru a supravieztui, adica au mancat cadavrele victimelor...
Lillix Postat pe 15 Octombrie 2008 17:44
Tocmai, e putin probabil sa ii fi fost pofta de ficat uman, asa cum a declarat femeia, avand in vedere ca nu mai mancase pana atunci. Si totusi, de ce l-a ucis? In ce masura socialul poate determina predispozitia criminala? Ce sentimente traiesc femeile care isi ucid semenii? Daca stiti cazuri de femei asasine, let me know
julyane19 Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:20
Daca stii engleza, enjoy: Mrs. Cotton(mouth) Mary Ann Cotton may have been one of the first in a class of killers to be named after a poisonous spider, but those who were alive when her crimes were found out compared her, metaphorically, to the snake whose name fit her mean-spirit: Cottonmouth. She was born in 1822 near the rustic mining town of Rainton, England, to a young and religious Methodist couple, Michael and Margaret Robson. Not long after her father moved his family to a more respectable surrounding in Murton, he was killed in an accident at the mine. But, for the diligence of Mrs. Robson, she and her eight-year -old daughter avoided the County Poor House. The child, Mary Ann, never forgot the lean, hungry days and swore that she would never die hungry. She didn't. She became a bride for the first time in 1844 when she married 26-year-old railway timekeeper William Mowbray and moved with him to Cornwall. Over the next seven years, the couple had five children, but all died in infancy. Medical diagnosis for each death was "gastric fever." After these great disappointments, Mowbray contracted the same symptoms and followed his children to heaven in January of 1865. His death followed his enrollment in a life insurance policy for £35, the money of which went to his widow upon his passing. After his death, Mary Ann sought employment. She obtained a job as a ward attendant comparable to today's "nurse's aide" at the Sunderland Infirmary at Seaham. As she moved from chamber to chamber, she was given access to the hospital's storerooms where arsenic and other poisonous substances were kept. No one noticed that bottles of these liquids would occasionally disappear. She married again, this time to a patient she met at the infirmary. Young George Ward was extremely happy with his wife, but not long after their marriage he began encountering chronic dizziness, stomach pains and numbness. Thinking these symptoms were reactions to the medicine he had been given by the doctors during his stay at Sunderland, he never complained. He died fifteen months after his wedding day. Mary Ann wasn't idle long. Another insurance policy affording her enough money to get by in the interim, she quickly sought and wed widower John Robinson in a beautiful ceremony at Bishopwearmouth Church. Robinson, a well-off sea merchant, gleefully allowed her into his spacious home as a new mother to his five children. Within a year, three of these youngsters died. Diagnosis: gastric fever. As Robinson brooded, wondering what type of affliction had come into his home, he woke up one morning to find his wife gone and with her several chests of valuables and account books. Feeling abandoned in his hour of need, it would be only later that he would realize just how fortunate he and his surviving children had been. From Bishopwearmouth, she returned to Murton to tend to her mother who was incapacitated with age. With her, she brought some medicines that she promised would spruce up the elder's ailing frame. It is believed that one of those "medicines" was a bottle of arsenic. Nevertheless, the old lady passed away not long after her daughter's arrival. Again, another victim of "gastric fever". Footloose and free, Mary Ann ventured to Newcastle in 1870, where she heard that her friend, Margaret Cotton, had a wealthy brother named Frederick who had just become a widower. Frederick Cotton was taken with the perky little "Widow" Robinson she told him her last husband had died and sought her company. He got it, and Mary Ann conceived out of wedlock. To save face, the couple married and set up a tidy home. At first there was no reason for neighbors to believe there was anything untoward happening in the Cotton household. But strange, tragic occurrences, inexplicable things, began happening in their town. Within months, all of the farmers' pigs within the vicinity of the Cottons fell ill and perished, poisoned by an unknown source. In the midst of the animal plague, another one was cutting down some of the local humans. Margaret Cotton died. Then Frederick. Then his 10-year-old son Frederick, Jr. So did a boarder in the Cotton household. So did tiny Robert, to whom Mary Ann had given birth less than a year earlier. And finally Charles, the youngest Cotton son. "A number of factors helped (Mary Ann Cotton) escape detection for a long time," writes Angus Hall in the anthological Crimes of Horror. "(These were) the state of medical knowledge, the ease with which arsenic could be bought, the trust she created by once having been a nurse, the fact that she always called in a doctor to care for her victims (and) the regularity with which she moved homes." But now, neighbors were talking, loudly. Suspicions were high, and when the boy Charles died, a local doctor who heard the rumors ordered an autopsy. He knew that certain poisons could create symptoms not unlike the gastric fever that had decimated the Cotton family. Enough arsenic was found in the boy's system to kill five people. Mary Ann was arrested and, since the police had her in custody, they ordered that all of the deceased members of the Cotton family be disinterred. Investigating medical professor Dr. Thomas Scattergood, a leading forensic scholar at the time from Leeds University, announced that the Cotton household had succumbed to the same ingested poison. Quickly tried, Mary Ann Cotton, who the press had dubbed "Lady Rotten," was abruptly found guilty and hanged at Durham County Gaol on March 24, 1873. The Cotton home, which still stands unchanged today in Newcastle, is said to be haunted by her ghost.
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:37
Bodies in the Hog Yard What Mrs. Cotton proved in England that one could get away with murder for many, many years Belle Gunness likewise proved in America. Belle even took the lesson a step further by escaping criminal justice, disappearing into oblivion but not anonymity. She even left behind probably an innocent man to take the rap for her. When her farmhouse burned on a pre-dawn April morning in 1908, leaving in its rubble the bodies of Belle and the Gunness family, the townsfolk of LaPorte, Indiana, thought, "Poor Belle!" But, within weeks, the sentiment had changed as it became evident that "poor Belle" was the country's most prolific murderess. As volunteers began clearing away the debris, they were uncovering body after body, all poisoned, and mutilated, under the soil in her hog pen. When Belle Poulsdatter migrated from her native Norway to America in 1883, she first lived with her sister Anna and her husband in Chicago. There, she met and married department store guard Mads Sorenson, serving as a faithful wife without inciting any recorded chicanery in her daily life. Unable to conceive, she and Mads adopted three children Jennie, Myrtle and Lucy from other Nordic immigrants who could not afford them. Family life was happily domestic until 1900 when Mads died of an undetermined cause. His wife's grief faded after she received an $8,000 life insurance payoff. Packing up her household goods and children, Belle left Chicago for the quiet pastoral village of LaPorte, located just over the Indiana border. Mostly Nordic in population, the community turned out with housewarming gifts for the newcomers when Belle and her brood moved into an abandoned farmhouse just outside of town.Physically, the Widow Sorenson was a woman of wide girth, weighing nearly 300 pounds, with the face of a weathered Viking. But, she could turn on a sexual charm that magnetized men. She oozed a Diamond Lil come-hitherness that was, in a word, risqu� for the times. Some females of the local church congregation even remarked aside that they thought her Sunday bodice was a bit low-cut. She wasn't in LaPorte long before a good fellow named Peter Gunness appeared on her farm. By occupation, he was her handyman, but by observation a lot more. Suddenly the widow had a beau; suddenly she was married. A widower, Gunness brought a small fortune to his newfound family. Belle's money woes were over. However, it wasn't long after the town came to the wedding that it then attended Gunness' funeral. His death had been unexpected, it had been tragic. A large iron meat grinder had tumbled off a high shelf in the kitchen to crack his skull wide open. An ensuing inquest left the county coroner skeptical, but there was no evidence to support foul play beyond his own suspicions. At the hearing, one member of the board recalled Belle "moaning with her fingers before her eyes (but) peeking alertly between them to check the effect she was making." Death was ruled accidental and Belle retrieved Gunness' insurance money. Over the next four years, Belle had laborers come and go. They would show up at the beginning of harvest, and then disappear sometimes before the crop was picked. Some of them became her suitors, as Old Man Gunness had been. With these masculine types she would parade through town, showing off the new plumed hats they bought her or flaunting the new surrey they just purchased. Just as the town got to know their names, though, every one of them faded into the ether. Wringing her hands, she would tell neighbors how they just "upped and were gone" one day. Poor Belle, they thought, poor Belle. The widow advertised for farmhands in a Midwest newspaper called The Scandinavian, which was targeted at the Norwegian immigrant. Billing herself a widow in need of muscle, she chose those interested parties who seemed to have more than just muscle. It was their bankroll that mattered. With these callers she eventually sought the prospects of a longer-term relationship. Mostly widowers, they visited her, fell in love with her home-cooked meals (and the sexual innuendoes she undoubtedly exhibited), and stayed. For a while, anyway; at least before they vanished. Fate eventually caught up with Belle Gunness. Or...Belle Gunness may have manipulated her own fate. What really happened is argued even today. On the brisk morning of April 28, 1908, the Gunness farmhouse caught fire and burned to a cinder. In the cellar, below where the conflagration had caused the upper stories to collapse, salvagers found the identified remains of Belle's children. Near their bodies was the corpse of an older woman, headless. Immediate supposition was that Belle and her kin were murdered by someone who then set her home ablaze. A farmhand named Ray Lamphere, suspected of being Belle's latest lover, was arrested for homicide. But, as the townsfolk began picking through the surrounding property, they came upon one cadaver after another, most buried in the hog pen beside the foundation. The farm proved to be a graveyard for all of Belle's fleeting suitors and then some. When tested, many of the bodies indicated signs of arsenic poisoning. Others had had their skulls cracked by blunt instruments. Among the interred was Belle's oldest daughter whom everyone in town had been told had gone off to college. Poor Belle was not what the citizens of LaPorte had thought. But in the end, the question remained: Was that Belle's body in the ruins or was it someone placed there by the Black Widow to stage her own death? The court chose a simple answer and convicted Lamphere for murder. Although Belle was undoubtedly a killer herself, the official verdict read that her lover and possible accomplice did in his employer, whether in jealousy or revenge. The townsfolk of LaPorte, however, chided the ruling. They believed, as they still believe today, that Belle Gunness merrily skipped off, perhaps to kill again.
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:37
Gilligan's Deadland. Amy and James Archer opened Sister Amy's Nursing Home for the Elderly in 1901 in Newington, Connecticut, and quickly earned a reputation as genteel caretakers of New England's wealthy aged. Although neither Amy's or James' qualifications bespoke a background in medicine, their establishment offered the right therapies and tonics to keep its senior patients happy and comfortable. So successful was the clinic that six years later, its proprietors relocated a few miles outside Newington to Windsor where they opened the more commodious, more up-to-date Archer Home for the Elderly and Infirm. That is when strange things began to happen, albeit slowly and subtly at first. Inside its whitewashed walls, patients died mysteriously without any cause. The attending physician, a personal friend of the Archers named Howard King, wrote each death off as old age. Even when Amy's husband dropped dead, the senile Dr. King innocently ascribed his death as "natural". Amy wept over James' coffin, King comforted the pretty brunette, and then Sister Amy went to the insurance office and filed for the claim issued previously on her husband's life. Amy didn't remain a widow long. She wed Michael W. Gilligan in 1913, a wealthy widower, who pitched in to help with the business operation and merged his bank account with Amy's. He failed to see anything unusual in the death toll at his wife's rest home a volume exceeding ten mortalities per annum, all from "old age". He obviously never paused to consider that most of the unfortunates had nothing seriously wrong with them medically or, in some cases, were quite physically agile. He should have given the matter more thought, for he too eventually contracted a high fever and cramping after one of Amy's standard "nutritional" meals. Dr. King once again came forth to put pen to paper. "Natural," he wrote after Cause of Death on Mr. Gilligan's death certificate. Although most Black Widows are cautious to a fault, Amy Archer-Gilligan's tactics were anything but obscure. And relatives of dead patients wondered why their parents or grandparents were very able bodied until they happened to sign an agreement allowing Nurse Gilligan to withdraw extravagant sums of money from their account for personal lifetime-care benefits and personal needs. Such happened to Franklin Andrews, after he signed, Maude Lynch after she signed, Alice Gowdy and a sad parade of others after they signed. An estimated forty-plus. Hometown police finally investigated in 1916. In the storerooms at the Archer clinic, investigators found large inventories of bottled arsenic; Amy explained that it was used to kill rats and other vermin. Neither the police nor investigators were convinced. A body of the last patient to succumb was exhumed and, as suspected, murderous quantities of arsenic were found in her system. More bodies were disinterred and the results matched. Even her last husband, Gilligan, had met equal fate. After a long and hot trial in Hartford, Connecticut, Amy Archer-Gilligan was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in prison. But, erratic behavior behind bars led authorities to believe she was insane after all. She was commuted to a state asylum where she passed away, muttering to herself in her two-by-four cell, in 1928.
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:37
Passion and Paranoia. The most bizarre character in this chapter is Bucharest's Vera Renczi. She differs from most Black Widows because her motive was jealousy, not profit. Her obsession was not her men's money, but their devotion. This Hungarian beauty had many suitors and trusted not one of them. Before she was apprehended, Vera had killed two husbands, a son and an estimated thirty-two lovers. Born in 1903, she was the product of a fading aristocratic family. Her inability as a young woman to maintain a male/female relationship was blamed on a spoiled-rich-girl attitude; her friends said that the moment she was not the center of her boyfriend's attention, she would flee. The roots of her problem went much deeper, though, and drilled into a firmly-implanted belief that she could not trust men. Her low self-esteem became dangerous, however, as she grew into adulthood. If she suspected her man was eyeing another woman, she no longer merely dropped him but dropped him dead. Her first marriage to an older man was a disaster. She pathologically suspected him of cheating. Left at home daily with their one child, a son, she pictured her mate not at work where he was supposed to be, but in the arms of one of his co-workers or with whomever he chanced upon; her suspicions were invalid, impractical and unfounded, but to her, frighteningly real. So that he could no longer look at another woman, she tinctured his wine with arsenic one evening and disposed of his body. No doubt, she conjured up tears to tell family and friends that he had run off. And she wept in front of them a second time several years later when yet another husband disappeared. She had poisoned him, also, convinced of his disloyalty to her. The one reasonable choice Madame Renczi made in her life was to never marry again. But, if that decision was erstwhile, it came to no avail as she continued to carry on relationships, one after another, slaying each "wandering" Lothario after a matter of a few weeks or months -- sometimes days. Her men were rich and poor and tall and squat and handsome and homely; they were cheerful and silent and boisterous and shy. Chances are, many of them were truly in love with her, but she saw in them an infidelity nevertheless. The empty affection she observed was, though she didn't realize it, actually a self-mirrored image. At one point in her wayward career, her son Lorenzo, who had grown into manhood, stumbled upon the truth of Mama's pastime. He tried to blackmail her, but learned the hard way that one doesn't shove a poisoner against the wall. Lorenzo went au revoir. Because several of Vera's male friends had been married and had to conduct their liaisons with her with some adroitness a fact which may have added to her skepticism of male consistency oftentimes the wives became suspicious. It was a scorned wife who brought about the Black Widow's ultimate undoing. The lady had traced her husband to Vera's doorstep one evening and, after he failed to emerge the following sunrise, and after Vera denied having known the man, she called the gendarme. The police conducted a routine search of the Renczi residence and found more than a missing husband. In her wine cellar, they came upon a tableaux right out of an Edgar Allan Poe tale: thirty-two male cadavers, each preserved in his own customized coffin. Vera, who was usually a fast talker, couldn't find the words to explain how they happened to be there resting in peace. She spent the remainder of her natural life in prison, perhaps wondering why she hadn't just buried them. After all, a shovel would have cost her much less.
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:38
Fashion-Minded Murderess. Marie Alexandrina had always been a beautiful woman; she never had any trouble attracting the men in her hometown of Liege, Belgium. When 33 years old, she wed Charles Becker, who considered himself fortunate to have won such a lovely woman. And for twenty years she was indeed a faithful wife. But, after twenty years Marie had grown so bored with living with an unromantic laborer that she could scream. At 53 years old, she knew that the world offered much, much more. Her time, she determined, had come. So she laced Becker's tea with arsenic. In no time flat, she found herself what she thought was romance on two feet and married it in a fling. However, the new husband, Lambert Bayer, proved to be another dud. She poisoned him, too, after a month's span. Wedded bliss now a myth, Marie decided to spend the remainder of her life flinging and sinning and chasing heartthrobs, wherever they could be found. One problem remained. To move in the glamorous world she yearned, to meet the type of man she yearned, would require that she keep in step with the upper social class of Liege. As a widow of two middle-class bureaucrats, she had not inherited the kind of francs required to finance her dreams. The money she had received provided a practical toehold in a practical world, it even allowed her to open a small dress shop in a fashionable town square, but it fell short of fantasy. Marie contrived a solution. Through her store, which offered couture and formal women's wear, she had become acquainted with a number of society's grand dames. Immersing herself in their space, she soon developed a friendship with many of them, often being invited to soirees and teas laid out in palatial courtyards. She convinced quite a few of these women of class to set her up as their sole dressmaker. That was step one. Step two brought in the real money. The method, simple. Once invited over for a private fashion-session, during which tea and pastries would be served, Marie found an opportunity when the other wasn't looking to mix the elder's refreshments with a lethal dose of digitalis. (She carried a small vial of the liquid in her purse wherever she went.) As her host grabbed her banging chest, gasped for air, turned red and died, Marie helped herself to jewelry, cash and anything expensive she could stuff in her pockets. For more than a year from March, 1935 to September, 1936 she killed ten women, among them models of the Liege aristocracy. Marie had one big fault, that is, another big fault apart from the obvious. She talked incessantly and talked and talked. One thoughtless evening in late 1936 she admitted the source of her income to a friend she thought could be considered a confrere. Marie erred. The next morning, the gendarmes came knocking at her door. She accused her acquaintance of spreading lies and almost managed to get away with it, until the police searched her rooms and found more bejeweled trinkets and knick-knacks stuffed in drawers and in trunks than were on display at the Louvre. It was only due to the fact that Belgium rarely executed women that Marie Alexandrina Becker was saved from the gallows. She died serving a life sentence in prison. No jewels, no men, no dreams.
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 14:38
Kathara, mersi mult pentru materiale. Le voi folosi. Imi poti spune de unde le-ai luat, sursa? E tema mea de licenta si ce fac aici pe forum e o parte din cercetare...
julyane19 Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 23:42
Cu placere - am citit un studiu despre asta, era mai stufos el cu totul - cand ajung la job o sa ti-l trimit, scrie-mi un mesaj cu adresa ta de mail. Bafta!
Kathara Postat pe 18 Octombrie 2008 23:52
Clifford L. Linedecker & William A. Burt, Nurses who kill, Pinnacle Books, 1990 Jack Levin & James Alan Fox, Mass Murder, Berkley Books, 1991 Peter & Julia Murakami, Lexikon der Serienm�rder Ullstein, 2000 ... http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liste_von_Serienm%C3%B6rdern
Full_Metal_Jacket Postat pe 19 Octombrie 2008 00:04
Kathara si bestdevilinside multumesc frumos! A mai citit cineva despre criminalitatea feminina si imi poate recomanda carti?
julyane19 Postat pe 19 Octombrie 2008 00:25
Stephan Harbort: Wenn Frauen morden. Spektakul�re F�lle - vom Gattenmord bis zur Serient�tung 208 pag. # Verlag: Eichborn; Editia: 1 (September 2008) # Sprache: Deutsch # ISBN-10: 382185703X # ISBN-13: 978-3821857039 # Gr��e und/oder Gewicht: 21,8 x 14,2 x 2,2 cm EUR 16,95 Produktbeschreibungen Kurzbeschreibung �Stephan Harbort ist der Kartograph des Serienmords.� Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung Morden Frauen anders? Der Serienmordexperte Stephan Harbort erz�hlt die Geschichte der Taten und analysiert Motivation, Pers�nlichkeit und den sozialen Hintergrund der T�terinnen � spannend, authentisch und aufw�hlend. Sie agieren still, unauff�llig und kaltbl�tig: Das �Blaubeer-Mariechen�, das sich mit Pflanzengift ihrer Ehem�nner und anderer Familienangeh�riger entledigt, die Dorfsch�nheit, die t�dlichen Enzian verabreichen l�sst, die Krankenpflegerin, die ihre Patienten umbringt, die Mutter, die ihre Kinder t�tet. Und zuletzt die �Schwarze Witwe�, die im Verdacht steht, vier verm�gende M�nner get�tet zu haben, um an ihr Geld zu kommen. Schon immer haben M�rderinnen gr��eres Entsetzen hervorgerufen als mordende M�nner, stehen sie doch in krassem Kontrast zum Bild der Frau als Lebensspenderin. Alle von Stephan Harbort so spannend wie beklemmend beschriebenen F�lle aus den letzten Jahren und Jahrzehnten haben hohe �ffentliche Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Und immer hat diese Reaktion, der ��ffentliche Aufschrei�, auch etwas �ber das Innenleben unserer Gesellschaft ausgesagt. In seinem neuen Buch geht Deutschlands renommiertester Serienmordexperte den psychologischen und sozialen Spuren weiblichen T�tens nach. �ber den Autor Stephan Harbort, geboren 1964, lebt in D�sseldorf, ist erfahrener Kriminalist, langj�hriger Lehrbeauftragter an der Fachhochschule D�sseldorf und f�hrender Serienmord-Experte. Er sorgte mit seiner sensationellen Entwicklung des empirischen T�terprofils europaweit f�r Aufsehen und ist ein gefragter Berater f�r TV-Dokumentationen und Krimiserien.
Full_Metal_Jacket Postat pe 19 Octombrie 2008 00:40
[quote name=\'bestdevilinside\' date=\'2008-10-19 00:40:31\'] Stephan Harbort: Wenn Frauen morden. Spektakul�re F�lle - vom Gattenmord bis zur Serient�tung 208 pag. # Verlag: Eichborn; Editia: 1 (September 2008) # Sprache: Deutsch # ISBN-10: 382185703X # ISBN-13: 978-3821857039 # Gr��e und/oder Gewicht: 21,8 x 14,2 x 2,2 cm EUR 16,95 Produktbeschreibungen Kurzbeschreibung �Stephan Harbort ist der Kartograph des Serienmords.� Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung Morden Frauen anders? Der Serienmordexperte Stephan Harbort erz�hlt die Geschichte der Taten und analysiert Motivation, Pers�nlichkeit und den sozialen Hintergrund der T�terinnen � spannend, authentisch und aufw�hlend. Sie agieren still, unauff�llig und kaltbl�tig: Das �Blaubeer-Mariechen�, das sich mit Pflanzengift ihrer Ehem�nner und anderer Familienangeh�riger entledigt, die Dorfsch�nheit, die t�dlichen Enzian verabreichen l�sst, die Krankenpflegerin, die ihre Patienten umbringt, die Mutter, die ihre Kinder t�tet. Und zuletzt die �Schwarze Witwe�, die im Verdacht steht, vier verm�gende M�nner get�tet zu haben, um an ihr Geld zu kommen. Schon immer haben M�rderinnen gr��eres Entsetzen hervorgerufen als mordende M�nner, stehen sie doch in krassem Kontrast zum Bild der Frau als Lebensspenderin. Alle von Stephan Harbort so spannend wie beklemmend beschriebenen F�lle aus den letzten Jahren und Jahrzehnten haben hohe �ffentliche Aufmerksamkeit erregt. Und immer hat diese Reaktion, der ��ffentliche Aufschrei�, auch etwas �ber das Innenleben unserer Gesellschaft ausgesagt. In seinem neuen Buch geht Deutschlands renommiertester Serienmordexperte den psychologischen und sozialen Spuren weiblichen T�tens nach. �ber den Autor Stephan Harbort, geboren 1964, lebt in D�sseldorf, ist erfahrener Kriminalist, langj�hriger Lehrbeauftragter an der Fachhochschule D�sseldorf und f�hrender Serienmord-Experte. Er sorgte mit seiner sensationellen Entwicklung des empirischen T�terprofils europaweit f�r Aufsehen und ist ein gefragter Berater f�r TV-Dokumentationen und Krimiserien. [/quote] bestdevilinside, faza naspa e ca nu stiu germana dar ms mult :D
julyane19 Postat pe 19 Octombrie 2008 00:48

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