Episode 153. Ten Disturbing Cases of Consensual Homicide
Coop examines 10 consensual homicide cases, from 1960s Johannesburg’s Albert Jackson ($6B insurance scheme) to Ohio’s Chelsea Martinez (2015 Facebook plea), and Germany’s Wozik Stepniowicz (2013 cannibalistic murder fantasy). Rodrigo Rosenberg-Pais faked a Guatemalan assassination (May 2009) implicating President Alvaro Colon, while Jessica Hanley stabbed Toshina Sutherland 41 times in 2012 after a botched pact. The Alexander family’s 1970 "divine sacrifice" mutilations and the Rosenberg-Pais investigation’s shifting testimonies reveal dark intersections of mental illness, greed, and systemic manipulation—challenging legal and moral boundaries on autonomy and complicity. [Automatically generated summary]
Hello everybody, welcome back to the podcast, Paranautica Podcast.
I'm your host, Coop.
Today I'm covering 10 disturbing cases of consensual homicide.
Yeah.
Homicide that's consensual.
I will get to it really quick here, but first, a couple of news updates.
First one, since our last episode, the FBI's 10 Most Wanted Fugitives list as of January 2026, yet another Fugee was caught.
This time it was the Canadian Olympic Snowboarder turned drug kingpin El Hefe, otherwise known as Ryan Wedding, as was his birth name.
We had, you know, cash pedals.
He could barely keep himself composed as his little panties became just moist just talking about it.
He got so moist just talking about this.
You could see in his face, his whole demeanor, just ridiculous.
But yeah, Ryan Wedding, El Hefe, he surrendered following weeks of high stakes negotiating, according to sources.
He had turned himself in to the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City, and the FBI's hostage rescue team was part of the effort to take him into custody and transport him back into the U.S., according to these sources.
And guess what?
It just so happened that old Pettles himself just happened to be in Mexico City at that precise time.
How ironic.
Crazy, huh?
Anyway, moving on to number two here.
ICE has murdered yet another U.S. citizen, Alex Predi, who was an intensive care nurse at a local veterans hospital.
He happened to be in Minneapolis doing what so many others should be doing, standing up for our rights as citizens to protest and protect what is left of the degrading Constitution against tyranny and authoritarianism, everything Trump stands for.
And yes, Predi had a permit for a concealed firearm, as is our right as U.S. citizens.
So should you choose to carry a weapon, as we all should.
Now, much like the Renee Good murder by another ICE tard, everything was caught on film, multiple angles that clearly show that Predi at no moment in time reached for his handgun that was safely secured on his body.
And in all of the videos, you can clearly see that Predi was holding a cell phone and was trying to help a woman get back to her feet after the ICE tards pepper sprayed them and shoved them to the ground.
At that moment, one of the ICE Tards yelled, gun, gun, gun, which put everyone at risk because these highly untrained, trigger-happy assholes are quick to start blasting rather than assess the dangers and de-escalate the situation.
But before they shot Predi a number of times, another Ice Tard had already taken possession of Predi's handgun and walked off with it.
As clear as day, it's in the footage.
At that point, Predi was not armed, and he posed absolutely no threat whatsoever.
Yet, the Ice Tards decided to empty their chambers into his body, killing him.
And guess what?
Just like the Ice Tards celebrated amongst themselves directly after murdering Renee Good, just a few weeks ago, they did the same thing after murdering Predi, giving high fives and smacking asses for a job well done.
Guys, a lot of us crazy conspiracy theorists have said this would happen years ago.
The government will create these high-tension scenarios.
They'll bring in the military/slash National Guard slash Ice Tards, and they'll further create escalating tensions.
They'll kill citizens, and their social media arm will help the division of people, the polarization.
We can see it as it happens.
But we called this decades ago.
Some of us have called this many decades ago.
And back then, it's just, oh, that's never going to happen.
Not really going to happen.
60s, 70s, 80s go through.
90s come.
Oh, some of this stuff has happened, but it's never going to get that bad.
Well, here we are.
It's that bad.
I mean, now we have the Black Panthers back in the scene, armed to the teeth, telling Trump's gestures that if you're going to come in here and kill some of us, we'll just have to reciprocate.
It's our only option you've given us.
And I'll just add here that this is exactly what the government, military, exactly what they want.
It's what they need to give a basis for martial law, which they want so badly.
And all these FEMA camps popping up there in every state, they're not for national emergency.
I mean, well, technically, they're for a national emergency, but not the type that you'd see from like a hurricane or tornado or, you know, a volcano or something like this.
These FEMA camps are to put you and I in when the time is right.
They're going to put real patriots in there.
Patriots.
You guys know what a patriot is.
A patriot is not a boot-licking government cuck, as the government has successfully switched to the meaning of.
It's just insane to me.
A patriot does not trust their government.
But now you just go on Twitter.
I mean, that's the only social media I go on is Twitter.
And I mean, it's a cesspool of these pseudo-patriots, these stupid assholes who are like, yay, government, more government, more government, less rights, less rights.
Like, just go fuck yourselves.
Seriously.
It's just fucking crazy to me.
But I digress.
Everyone is saying that there will not be a midterm election.
And look, it's quite possible that there won't be simply on all this ice bullshit that they're orchestrating, simply because of it.
They're orchestrating civil unrest, this division, this polarization.
And once that polarization of the people is set so deeply, it's just so ingrained, this is when the bullets from all sides start flying.
And then they just usher in the martial law.
And Trump is ready.
He's ready.
This is all a game.
This is all a facade.
This is just all theater.
They're going to do it eventually.
If not this year, next year.
But like everything is pointing to this year.
Something's going to go down, big time.
But who knows?
We can only remain hopeful.
We can only remain hopeful that it does not happen.
We don't want a civil war, but I mean, what choice do we really have?
I mean, they've pacified us to a degree where like the majority of people are willing to just give up and give away all their rights for a sense of security.
We can already see that our Second Amendment is one chicken scratch away from being null and void.
Our freedom of speech, you know, the First Amendment, that's been gutted.
The Fourth Amendment, that is supposed to protect us from unwarranted searches and seizes seizures, searches and seizures.
Well, that's well out of the window at this point.
Gone.
Poof.
Vanished.
They hate that we have more guns per capita than any other country.
And that was all by design at the beginning of this new nation, 250 years ago.
So citizens can protect themselves from the very tyrannical government that is in control of this country right now.
They need to disarm us.
They have to.
And how will they do that?
Well, they start by creating a domestic war, which leads to martial law and then leads to our weapons being confiscated from us.
I mean, the pattern is as old as time.
And then at that point, well, it's all over.
We will have lost.
But I do say, we have to do what we have to do.
It's what our ancestors did before we came along.
Problem is, is that the landscape has changed dramatically.
Technology is not our friend.
It has become our enemy.
It is working against us every step of the way.
And then you have, you know, the Department of War coming out saying, oh yes, by the way, we have directed energy weapons.
If you guys didn't know, they just put out a tweet like just a few days ago saying, yeah, we have them.
And we're scaling them up.
And what does that do to the morale of real patriots?
It makes everything feel hopelessly lost.
I mean, what chance do we have with a couple pew pews against invisible directed energy weapons?
They literally burn you from the inside out.
They have the capability of doing insane things with these weapons.
And they've used them.
They've used them in times of war all over the place.
Havana Sidrum, that was directed energy weapon.
But, you know, hey, at least there will be a kill switch in all new cars made after 2026.
Yay, it's really a great thing that they are slowly taking full control of every aspect of our lives.
They don't want us driving.
They don't want us leaving our little homes, which will eventually be 15-minute cities, all right?
And then you have all these retards who are like, Kyle Rittenhouse is a good guy.
He brought an AR to a riot.
He's a good little guy.
But having these same MAGA cucks saying, well, Alex Breddy shouldn't have had a gun.
Concealed gun at that.
At a protest.
Like, who are these retards?
Bad guy, good.
Good guy, bad.
The mental gymnastics these assholes have to play is just astounding.
It's astounding to me that they have even lived as long as they have up to this point.
These MAGA retards, it's crazy.
I mean, they hate pedophiles, but support all of the worst pedophiles who are controlling their country.
You know, the guy in the White House and literally every rich fuck he surrounds himself with.
All these rich assholes continuously run child sex strings among their friends and their friend circles.
What are the MAGA cucks doing about it?
They cheer them on more than ever and justify their stance based entirely on groupthink.
They're nothing but brainless idiots.
Tarts.
Dumb trucks.
Park benches.
All right, moving on.
Third news update story here.
You have Davos, all right?
Where Trump and his shithead son through marriage gave a couple speeches on the rebuilding of Gaza.
You guys, Trump is not one of us.
He is one of them.
He's always been.
But you Trump cucks refuse to see it.
Trump is in bed with every WEF clown show, and you dump truck park benches think that Trump is a good guy who is on your side, who's here to make your life better.
Wake up.
You people will be the first fodder because you have zero spine.
But I don't blame me.
One guy out of a seemingly small bowl filled with others just like me with sentiments and whatnot.
I mean, you could have been on our side and you wouldn't have to be a full-on bitch.
But it's too late for that.
There's no saving you at this point.
And despite it all, you're all screwed anyway.
No matter what side you're on.
If you don't have money, if you're not in that bracket of like millions of dollars in the bank, you're screwed anyway.
Doesn't matter what side you're on.
But okay, let's get started here.
Screwed Anyway00:03:08
10 cases of consensual homicide.
Which sounds pretty crazy, right?
It is.
For many, the thought of being murdered is a genuine nightmare.
Yet there are individuals who perceive it as the sole escape from this life.
Driven by various motivations, the individuals mentioned here sought death and requested assistance from others to carry it out.
Remarkably, those approached consented and followed through with the plan, resulting in some horrific acts of murder along the way.
Consensually.
First one here.
His name was Albert Jackson.
In the 1960s, Albert Jackson, a dry clean business owner residing in Johannesburg, South Africa, was recognized as a devoted family man to his wife Lorna and their two children.
Sadly, Albert found himself in a dire financial situation with only one way out, his life insurance policy.
However, to access it, Albert had to die, and it certainly couldn't be classified as a suicide.
The details of the subsequent plan are somewhat murky, leaving it uncertain whether it was Albert, Lorna, or both who initiated the request.
But they approached an employee named Benny Esterwason, and they asked him if he would kill Albert for a sum of money.
Benny consented to the scheme, but he was unwilling to carry out the murder himself.
Instead, he enlisted the help of his friend, Quinton Robinson, to handle the grim task.
On May 25th, 1964, Albert took Robinson to one of the toughest areas in Johannesburg.
Upon arrival, Albert instructed Robinson to proceed with the act of killing him, regardless of the circumstances.
Robinson aimed the gun he had at Albert's left temple, but then Albert expressed his doubt about going through with it.
Recalling Albert's earlier words, you know, under any circumstance, just do it.
Robinson fired a single shot and abandoned him in his vehicle.
More than a month following Jackson's death, his consensual murder, Robinson found himself in custody due to his relationship with a mixed-race mistress, which was against the law in Johannesburg back then.
And while incarcerated, Jackson penned a letter to the girl, requesting her to provide him with an alibi for the moment of Albert's murder.
But the police managed to intercept the correspondence and they confronted Robinson, leading him to admit to the shooting.
Additionally, Robinson named Benny Esterweisen, who was notably focused on Jackson's widow during that period, killed her husband, and then went after her.
Chelsea's Online Escape00:06:33
Crazy.
The extent of Lorna's involvement in the conspiracy remains uncertain, yet she, along with Robinson and Esther Wazen, faced arrest and were found guilty of murder.
Initially sentenced to death, their sentences were later subsequently reduced to lengthy prison terms.
Insane.
Absolutely insane.
The second one here, Chelsea Martinez Chelsea Martinez was born on March 4th, 1989 in Columbus, Ohio, and she was a delightful child.
But she had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder at a young age and she faced frequent and intense mood swings.
She went through numerous manic episodes, and her mother, Elizabeth Smuck, recalls how one moment Chelsea would be bursting with happiness and energy, and the next, she would be deeply depressed, crying herself to sleep.
I can't imagine, man, just being on the ebb and flow of that, like the polar extremes of each end, going back and forth like a roller coaster.
God damn, that would suck.
But to cope with her racing thoughts and fluctuating emotions, Chelsea often turned to journaling.
Because that helps everything.
Now one stage, she even started writing an autobiography.
And as she grew older, Chelsea found herself falling for a man named Oscar Martinez.
Their marriage began on a high note.
And before long, Chelsea discovered she was expecting.
Expecting a little being.
And together, she and Oscar welcomed three children into their lives.
Enrique, Chase, and Amy.
Chelsea was celebrated as an amazing mother who loved her children endlessly.
She always made it a point to engage them in fun activities and went above and beyond to ensure their happiness.
I mean, her love for them was boundless.
But what's back up?
At some point, Chelsea's manic episodes became increasingly frequent.
Her mood swings were relentless.
She had a strong aversion to take any medication as it doled her from experiencing the exhilaration highs and left her feeling completely numb, almost like a zombie, as her mother later described it.
Nevertheless, Oscar clearly observed the severe fluctuations in her mood and addressed the issue with her, expressing that it was distressing for the children and urged her to consider the medication.
Chelsea misinterpreted this concern, perceiving it as an accusation of her inadequacy as a mother.
And after Oscar lost his job and started working at McDonald's, they faced significant financial difficulties.
Oscar had to endure longer shifts, which meant Chelsea was left at home with the kids for extended periods.
A situation that, despite her love for them, became increasingly overwhelming for her.
Ultimately, in an effort to relieve some of her stress, she began to express her feelings online.
But journaling just wasn't doing it.
And as she and Oscar drifted further apart, she felt unable to confide in him.
While browsing the internet, she came across a platform called the Experience Project, a now-defunct website where individuals could share their secrets anonymously.
It was through this site that Chelsea Martinez encountered Jason Nisbitt.
On August 1st, 2015, Chelsea made the choice to embark on a long drive to Minnesota to rendezvous with Jason.
Naturally, both of their partners were puzzled and suspected that something inappropriate was happening.
But Chelsea and Jason both comforted their spouses, insisting that there was no affair and that they would return shortly.
Jason informed his wife that he planned to spend the day fishing.
Chelsea, on the other hand, seemingly didn't provide her husband with many specifics before departing.
Nevertheless, she did leave a Facebook update and stated, This is my last Facebook status.
I'm just not strong enough to continue on this life, and I've left to take cyanide and relieve the pain and suffering.
By the time you read this, I will have already taken it.
I'm sorry for any pain I'm causing you all.
Just know that I love you and this is no one's fault.
I was traumatized by the institutions, and I know now that I can never truly escape them.
My only regret is leaving my kids behind, but they have a support system and more love than I could ever hope to offer them.
I'm going to a better place.
Don't be sad for me.
Goodbye.
End quote.
Sad.
As per Jason's account, when the two rendezvoused at a hotel in Minnesota, they outlined the scheme for how Jason would take Chelsea's life.
She reportedly requested that he strangle her and then cut her throat, which he proceeded to do.
He led her into the woods of Fairibault, Rice County, Minnesota, found her, strangled her, slashed her throat with a knife, and then he left the scene as if nothing had occurred.
Authorities would later discover Chelsea Martinez's remains on August 3rd, just roughly three days after Chelsea's family reported her missing.
A law enforcement officer from Rice County came across the abandoned car at Shager Park by Cannon Lake, and upon investigation, it was revealed that the 1993 Toyota belonged to Chelsea.
Despite a thorough search of the area, Chelsea was nowhere to be found.
However, shortly thereafter, the officer located Jason and began to question him.
The officer must have had an accurate conversation, as he ultimately persuaded Jason to admit to the murder and even guided him to the location of Chelsea's body.
Jason Nisbitt has been formally arrested and found guilty of the second-degree murder of Chelsea Elizabeth Martinez and received a sentence of 42 years in prison.
Locker's Tragedy00:13:02
He is currently serving his time at MCF Oak Park Heights.
Very sad.
Third one here: Graham Glickfeld for the majority of his life, Graham Glickfeld found himself somewhat of an outsider because of his Tourette syndrome.
He faced relentless bullying during his school years due to his tics, and as an adult, he struggled to maintain employment.
However, one place where Glickfeld truly felt the sense of belonging was in the summer theater productions at Olone College in Fremont, California.
It was there that he formed a friendship with Michael Doshat, a bond that lasted over a decade.
Unfortunately, their friendship met a tragic conclusion on December 22nd, 1989.
On that fateful night, Glickfeld and Doshat departed from a Christmas gathering in Doshat's compact car.
Just before the clock struck midnight, police received a call regarding an incident at a community center parking lot.
Glickfeld had been struck by a vehicle and succumbed to his injuries in the hospital.
Shortly after Glickfeldt's passing, Doshat contacted the authorities and confessed to the fatal incident, claiming that Glickfeldt had expressed a desire to die and had even offered him $200 to carry out the act.
Police conducted interviews with Glickfeldt's friends and family, who revealed that he had made similar propositions to others.
Most dismissed these comments as a dark joke, attributing it to Glickfeld's peculiar sense of humor.
Doshat faced charges of first-degree murder, yet no records of his trial seem to exist.
But I mean they had to be out there.
Yeah, okay, so Michael Doshat, who is accused of running over a friend after a party last December, remember this is 1989, yesterday was ordered to stand trial for first-degree murder after he waived his right to a preliminary hearing.
Public defender Diane Bellas declined to say why she advised a 27-year-old former San Jose State University student to waive their preliminary hearing.
Doshat faces a prison sentence of 25 years to life on the murder charge if convicted.
He has pleaded innocent.
Okay.
It's difficult to find any information on this.
But as far as we can tell here, I mean, he's convicted.
Who knows?
25 to life.
I mean, they could have let him out.
Who knows?
Anyways, let's move on from that one.
Moving on to number four, Robert Levy.
On April 6th, 1996, the remains of 27-year-old theater producer Robert Levy were discovered in the sandy dunes of the Florida Everglades.
Once the news broke, the girlfriend of 21-year-old Christopher Murray contacted the authorities.
Murray had confessed to her that he had taken someone's life, and prior to the public announcement of the body being found, she drove him to the location where the body lay.
At that spot, Murray recovered the weapon used in the murder, a leather belt.
Murray was taken into custody where he confessed to strangling Levy to death.
However, Murray, a male escort, insisted that it wasn't murder.
He argued that Levy had described it as an assisted suicide.
According to him, Levy, who was HIV positive, harbored a death wish and had profoundly dark sadomasochistic fantasies.
To support his claim, Murray referenced an event from August 1994.
After they had met at a bar, the two drove out to the Everglades where Murray restrained and assaulted Levy, breaking his ribs and a pinky.
For the assault, Murray received $200.
At that time, Levy filed a police report about the incident but did not disclose that Murray was the one who harmed him.
On another occasion, Levy paid Murray $600 to carve the word pig into his back.
During the police interrogation of Levy's acquaintances, they expressed that Murray's account seemed very plausible.
Leve indeed harbored a profoundly sinister fantasy life, even going so far as to offer others money to either injure or take his life.
Murray admitted guilt and accepted second-degree murder and received a seven-year prison term.
Number five, Jeffrey Locker On July 16th, 2009, 53-year-old Jeffrey Locker, a father of three, was discovered deceased in his vehicle outside a housing project in East Harlem, New York.
Locker, who worked as a motivational speaker, had suffered seven stab wounds to the chest, and his ATM card was missing.
Initially, Locker's murder appeared to be a typical case of murder robbery, where the victim simply found himself in an unfortunate situation.
Identifying the perpetrator was not overly complicated.
I mean, the ATM card had been utilized five times across five distinct locations.
Law enforcement obtained the surveillance footage and recognized the individual who withdrew $1,100 as Kenneth Miner, a 36-year-old former convict.
Miner was subsequently brought in for interrogation where he confessed to the stabbing but asserted that he was not the mastermind.
He recounted that Locker approached him one day on a street corner in East Harlem seeking a firearm, prompting Miner to inquire about Locker's intentions.
Locker replied, Because I want you to shoot me.
As stated by Miner, Locker exhibited a wish to be killed in order for his family to obtain millions in life insurance payouts.
Rather than shooting, Miner chose to stab Locker.
And after stabbing Locker, he abandoned the victim who was bleeding in his vehicle and proceeded to withdraw cash from the ATMs, utilizing the pain that Locker had provided.
Initially, the police were skeptical of Miner's claims, but he remained adamant that Locker had asked him to carry out a Kvorkian on him.
Still, the police decided to investigate Miner's allegations, and they discovered that Locker was deep in debt and had recently taken out a substantial life insurance policy.
Shortly thereafter, another individual with a story resembling Miner stepped forward.
He informed the police that he had driven around with Locker, searching for a suitable spot to commit the murder, but instead, he just swindled Locker for the cash and then left him unharmed.
In 2011, Miner was convicted and sentenced to 20 years in prison.
However, that conviction was later overturned, and in October 2014, Miner accepted a plea agreement, resulting in a 12-year prison term.
Regarding the Locker family, the insurance company petitioned the courts to void the $4 million policy, citing that Locker had misrepresented his income and debt situation and failed to cancel another life insurance policy.
And so, the judge concurred, leading to the cancellation of the policy.
The insurance company refunded all payments made by Locker on the policy to his family.
That's fucked up.
I mean, I get it from the insurance point of view.
Like, yeah, he can't organize something like that.
There are reasons why insurance companies have fine print in their policies.
Suicides just don't cut it.
Just don't cut it.
At number six is Susan Potempa.
In 1993, Robert Potempa and his son were making their way back to their home in Summit, Illinois after spending a weekend away for a Thanksgiving football game out of town.
Upon their return, they stumbled upon a horrific scene.
50-year-old Susan Potempa, Robert's wife and the mother of his son, lay lifeless in the garage.
She had been brutally strangled and assaulted with an electrical drill.
Oh my god.
As the police delved into this seemingly random act of violence, a peculiar narrative began to unfold.
Now hold the fuck on, man.
An electric drill?
It's hard to think that a person who wanted someone to kill them wanted that to happen with an electrical drill.
That's fucking hardcore.
Anyway, a year prior to her death, Susan Potempa had been diagnosed with breast cancer, leading to a mastectomy that left her in excruciating pain.
Disturbingly, she had approached four different men in the neighborhood, asking if they could somehow facilitate her murder.
She wished to end her life, but was aware that if she took her own life, her insurance policy, her life insurance policy, would not provide any benefits.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, none of the men were willing to help her.
Subsequently, a witness approached law enforcement and revealed that his acquaintance, 18-year-old Reginald Williams, had confessed to the murder.
The police instructed the friend to record a discussion regarding the murder with Williams, who was then taken into custody.
As per Williams' account, on Thanksgiving evening, Susan Potempa collected him and transported him to her residence.
Once there, Williams strangled her until she became unconscious, seized the $2,100 that had been allocated for him, and then departed.
But Susan Potempa was not actually dead.
After she regained consciousness, she found Williams and they went back to the house.
Shit.
This time, Susan instructed him to knock her out first, and then he could do whatever he wanted to her as long as it resulted in her death.
It's his hardcore.
So, Williams positioned himself behind her and put his arm around her neck until she passed out.
He then struck her seven or eight times with an electrical drill, and then Potempa ultimately died.
Okay, so he didn't use the drill to drill into her.
That's good to know.
Williams was later found guilty of Potempa's murder and was sentenced to 26 years in prison in February of 1996.
See, this guy gets 26 years.
The last person gets 12 years.
Like, in law, in the courts, they always proclaim, look, it's all about equal sentences for equal crimes, you know, being consistent with these prosecutorial sentences.
There's no fucking consistency with this shit.
There's no consistency.
You have someone like, you know, Donald Trump's spiritual advisor who just got caught like diddling boys.
You know, he was a serial child molester.
He gets six months.
And I guarantee it he will be out in three.
You know, good time.
Such good behavior in prison.
You gotta let him out, you know?
Six months for diddling little kids.
And then you have someone, and I'm not saying it's okay, but you have someone, let's say, like, let's just say a 17-year-old boy who is or did maybe using lime wire at some point and downloaded some child porn, right?
Let's just say one picture.
Let's just say that the 17-year-old boy had one picture of CP.
And then they get charged and convicted and sentenced to like 10 years.
And this is sort of a hypothetical, theoretical thing I'm putting out here, but it's happened.
Like it's real.
This sort of thing happens all of the time.
So you have Trump's spiritual advisor diddling kids, gets six months.
Then you have this dude down the street who had one picture of, and I'm not condoning it, but he had one picture of some child porn.
He gets sentenced to 10 years.
Make it make sense.
Where's the consistency?
Muddy Connections00:05:23
Where is it?
It's non-existent.
It doesn't exist.
It's all theater.
It doesn't fucking exist.
It doesn't help that it's Trump's spiritual advisor.
We all know Trump's a huge pedophile.
We all know that.
It's very clear.
He's mentioned in what is available of the Epstein files at least 13,000 times.
And if you don't believe that, just go look it up.
Do some fucking diligent research.
Don't listen to MSNBC or Fox or CNN or don't listen to Trump.
For one, don't listen to whatever Trump says.
He's a lying scumbag.
His whole family are lying scombags.
His whole circle of friends are lying scumbags.
There's not one good person that's connected to him in any direction you look.
They're all scumbags.
All of them.
Alright, moving on.
Number seven, Rodrigo Rosenberg Marzano.
On May 10th, 2009, 48-year-old attorney Rodrigo Rosenberg was riding his bicycle in Guatemala City when he was shot in the chest, neck, and head.
During his funeral, a close friend of Rosenberg revealed that prior to his death, he had recorded a video intended to be shown in the event of his murder.
This video, which was distributed on CD at the funeral, lasted 18 minutes and in it, Rosenberg claimed that if he were to be killed, Guatemalan president Alvero Colon and other high-ranking officials were implicated in the crime.
Rosenberg claimed he was murdered due to his investigation into the deaths of two of his clients, Khalil Musa and his daughter, Marjorie.
Musa, a Lebanese immigrant, overcame poverty to become a wealthy individual in the textile and coffee manufacturing industries.
On April 14th, 2009, while driving her elderly father to a factory, Marjorie was shot dead along with him when a gunman opened fire on their vehicle.
Rosenberg, who had a long-term relationship with Marjorie, suspected that President Colomb was implicated in the Muses' murder.
In a video, Rosenberg expressed his belief that the president might attempt to kill him to prevent him from speaking out.
Once the video was uploaded to YouTube, it sparked a political crisis in Guatemala.
However, following an extensive eight-month investigation by the United Nations, the investigators determined that Rosenberg had orchestrated his own assassination to implicate the president.
The investigation revealed that in the weeks prior to his death, Rosenberg was struggling with depression due to a tumultuous divorce, along with the passing of his mother and the murders of the Mooses.
In a bid to end his life and seek vengeance against the president, whom he blamed for the Moose's deaths, he enlisted two of his ex-wife's cousins to carry out the murder, unaware that he was the intended target of the hit.
The assassination that resulted in suicide has led to the charging and conviction of 10 gang members.
So, Mario Paz Mejia, a policeman with connection in high places in the Guatemalan government, was one of the people captured and originally accused of the murder of Rodrigo in October of 2009, six months after the murder.
Paz Mejia was eventually freed for working with the authorities.
And this whole thing is a mess.
Like, all these gang members and random people connected to the government.
Everyone's throwing out names and accusing others of carrying this out.
And the whole thing is just muddy.
Like, it's so muddy.
You have so many false accusations.
I'm just going through this document here.
There's just so much, dude.
There's no definite answer to who did this.
I mean, lots of false leads.
You have people like Carlos Castrazana, the Valdez-Paez brothers, the Alejos brothers, people with power.
You have testimony changing over time.
You have the Minister of Communications, Alvaro Colomb.
I mean, you have Luis Lopez-Florian, the chauffeur, some eyewitnesses, Claudia Munes, the mother of the girlfriend of presidential spokesman Fernando Burrias, was initially in charge of the case.
Reynolds's son-in-law sued her for harassment and death threat, so she gave up the case.
Eduardo Rosenberg-Pais.
I mean, you have these killer, some alleged killers being accused of other related murders, so therefore they're guilty of this one.
Two of the alleged killers accused officials of pressuring them to falsely testify, which we see all the fucking time, especially in these types of countries.
Dirty Case Details00:02:34
A prominent lawyer connected to the case was murdered on his motorcycle.
It's dirty.
You have so much dirty shit in this case.
You just don't know what's true or what's not.
So we'll leave it at that and we'll move on to number eight.
At number eight, Toshina Ray Sutherland On the evening of April 25th, 2012, 25-year-old Jessica Ashley Hanley welcomed her close friend, 22-year-old Toshina Ray Sutherland, to her boyfriend's residence in Surrey, British Columbia for a night of celebration.
The two friends indulged in alcohol and cocaine throughout the night and into the following day.
The next afternoon, Hanley reported that Sutherland expressed a desire to enter into a suicide pact, a proposal that Hanley was not willing to accept.
This refusal seemed to infuriate Sutherland, who perceived Hanley as having backed out.
In an attempt to honor her best friend's wishes, Hanley ultimately stabbed Sutherland 41 times in various areas, including the abdomen, chest, back, neck, and head, using a bony knife and a bayonet.
My God.
After Sutherland was deceased, Hanley proceeded to drag her by the ankles into the bathtub.
As Hanley sat next to the bathtub, contemplating how to dispose of the body, she texted her boyfriend to inform him that she had killed Sutherland.
When her boyfriend arrived home, he discovered the house in utter chaos, with Sutherland's body indeed in the bathtub.
He instructed Hanley to leave the house and promptly called the police.
After departing from the scene of the crime, Hanley visited her father, who lived nearby, and she confessed to him that she had killed Sutherland, and he then took her to the police station to turn herself in.
Hanley pleaded guilty to manslaughter and received, get this, a sentence of seven years and nine months.
Seven years, nine months, for cold-blooded murder.
Sutherland had earlier penned a letter to her family requesting that they gaze at the sky and think of her on the day of her passing.
It seems she had been contemplating her death prior to using the cocaine.
Goodall number nine.
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Woziak Stempniowix As reported by local residents, 58-year-old entrepreneur Wozik Stepniowicz was regarded as a pleasant individual, yet the father of three adult children concealed sinister fantasies that revolved around slaughter and cannibalism.
He took pleasure in frequenting a message board that catered to such dark inclinations, where he encountered 56-year-old German police officer Detlev Gwenzel in October of 2013.
Their conversations flourished extensively through online exchanges and phone calls, ultimately culminating in a face-to-face meeting shortly thereafter.
On the 4th of November 2013, Stepnowicz visited a charming bed and breakfast owned by Gwenzel in the picturesque German town of Hartmansdorf, Reichschnau.
Precise events that transpired remain shrouded in mystery.
However, at some juncture, Stepnowicz found himself exploring Gwenzel's ingeniously crafted dungeon located in the basement.
Bound and gagged, Stepnowicz tragically hanged himself, after which Gwenzel proceeded to slit his throat.
The exact cause of death remains ambiguous.
Initially, Gwenzel confessed to the act of slitting his throat, while Stepnowicz's medical examination indicated that asphyxiation was likely the cause of death.
Nevertheless, the report was deemed inconclusive due to the condition of the body.
Well, geez, what happened to the body?
During their inquiry, law enforcement officials discovered an email correspondence between Gwenzel and Stepnowicz titled Schlachtfest, a term denoting a traditional German rural festival where a pig is slaughtered.
Upon investigating Gwenzel as a potential suspect, authorities uncovered a video in which he filmed himself dismembering the body using a knife and an electric saw.
In the footage presented to jurors during his trial, Gwenzel can be heard lamenting, quote, I never thought I would sink so low, end quote.
After the dismemberment, Gwenzel interred the remains in his garden.
And while there is no proof that Gwenzel engaged in cannibalism with any of Stepnowicz's flesh, certain body parts remain missing.
Ultimately, Gwenzel was found guilty of murder and sentenced to eight and a half years in prison.
Naturally, this is not the inaugural instance in which Germany has encountered a situation where an individual consented to be slain and consumed.
As we all know, or some of us, most of us, in 2001, Armin Muis, I never pronounced his name right, Muse, Armin Muse, took the life of burned Jurgen Brandis, who was a willing participant in this macabre act.
Harold Confesses00:06:13
Mewis is presently enduring a life sentence.
In that case, it's pretty crazy, but I feel like it's been just covered a million times.
Like, I don't know.
I might cover it at some point, but it's just been beaten to death, right?
Anyway, moving on to the last case.
Number 10.
Dagmar, Marina, and Petra Alexander.
It's a threefer.
Not long after his birth in 1954 to the esteemed Harold and Dagmar Alexander, Frank Alexander was declared a prophet of God by his father, a fervent devotee of faith.
As a prophet, every directive issued by Frank was to be followed without question by all family members, including his elder sister Marina and his younger twin sisters, Sabine and Petra.
Now this is a case that I will be covering in depth at a later time, but as it's pertaining to this episode, it's going to be a short version.
As Frank transitioned into his teenage years, he resolved that engaging in sexual relations with women outside of his family would render him impure.
He proclaimed his intention to only engage in such acts with his sisters and his mother, a decision that they all embraced as their means of serving the divine.
The authorities in Hamburg, Germany, where the family resided, caught wind of the unsettling rumors.
However, when an inquiry was initiated, the Alexanders relocated to the serene Cannery Islands in search of greater seclusion.
During their time there, the family maintained a low profile and the neighbors seldom caught sight of them.
The only sound that permeated the air was the haunting melody of an organ being played at all hours.
On the 22nd of December 1970, a physician returned to his elegant villa and discovered Sabine, a mere 15 years of age and employed there, preparing a meal in the kitchen.
She led him to the patio where Frank, now 16, and Harold were lounging.
Both were smeared with a dark substance that the doctor initially assumed to be dirt.
Upon noticing his daughter, Harold proclaimed, quote, Sabine, my dear, we wish to inform you immediately that Frank and I have just completed the act of killing your mother and sisters.
End quote.
Rather than being horrified, Sabine took her father's bloodied hand, pressed it against her cheek, and replied, quote, I am certain you have done what was necessary.
End quote.
Upon noticing the presence of the doctor, Harold spoke to him and once more confessed that he and Frank were responsible for the deaths of his 39-year-old wife, 18-year-old Marina and 15-year-old Petra.
It was at that moment the doctor finally comprehended that what he had assumed to be mud and grime on the two men was in fact blood.
They were covered in blood.
Doctor instructed the surviving family members to remain at the villa while he contacted the authorities.
He didn't say he was going to contact the authorities, he decided to hold on here while I go do something really quick.
Upon the officers' arrival at the apartment, they encountered a scene that would render the most vivid nightmares pale in comparison.
Blood was splattered everywhere.
It adorned the ceiling, the walls, and the floor.
In the center of the living room lay the lifeless forms of Marina and Petra.
Both had suffered the horrific mutilation of having the breasts and genitals severed, and they were gruesomely affixed to a wall.
Additionally, Maria had been disemboweled.
In the bedroom, the lifeless body of Dagmar awaited discovery.
Similar to her daughters, Dagmar had also endured the removal of her breasts and genitals.
Furthermore, her heart had been excised, bound with a cord, and crudely nailed to the wall.
Frank and Harold found themselves in custody quite quickly, and within the confines of the police station, they candidly recounted the horrific events.
Frank expressed that his mother had cast him a disapproving glance, which he deemed unacceptable, leading him to render her unconscious with a clotheshanger.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Harold approached the organ and began to play, lifting his voice in a hymn of praise to Jesus.
Subsequently, Frank ventured into the living room where he struck Marina into unconsciousness, followed by a similar fate for Petra.
Once they lay unconscious, Frank commenced the grim task of dismembering the bodies.
All the while his father continued to play the organ and sing.
Praise to Jesus.
When fatigue set in for Frank, he took his place at the organ, allowing Harold, his father, to persist in the gruesome task of the body dissection.
Harold remarked that the women were aware that the hour of killing, or in better terms, the killing hour, could arrive at any moment.
They also understood their position as a sacrifice during this sacred time, and they embraced this role as they believed they were serving God.
Neither of the men felt any remorse for their actions, as they truly believed they were sending the women to heaven.
But Frank and Harold were deemed unfit to face trial and were subsequently committed to an asylum.
Sabine was sent to reside in the convent, where it is presumed she still lives.
And there's so much more to this case, that's why I want to cover it in length.
Chapters of Depravity00:00:55
I thought I would just add it here.
Just a little footnote.
Right?
I mean, it's nuts.
This case is fucking.
The depravity is just off the charts.
Off the fucking charts.
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