Black Dahlia Avenger & Zodiac Killer Solved : Serial Killer Terrorism [Book Review & Analysis]

Serial Killer Terrorism

Black Dahlia – Zodiac Killer


 When retired Los Angeles homicide Detective Steve Hodel was seeing to the final affairs of his 91 year old father, Dr. George Hodel Jr. who had passed away in 1999, he had no idea the emotionally tortuous adventure that lay before him. His father it turns out, was one of the most notorious serial killers in American history and responsible for the calculated and cold blooded abduction, ritualistic torture and murder of dozens of innocent women, men and children. If you don’t recognize the name Hodel, that is no accident, but you are no doubt familiar with his handy-work, the Black Dahlia, Zodiac and Lipstick murders spanning decades beginning in 1943, possibly sooner.  The book is a real page turner and more than proves the truism that truth indeed is stranger than fiction. The facts are there that prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Dr. George Hodel Jr. was the executioner and ringleader of many unsolved murders, but there are still many questions still to be answered.

The only inaccurate information I could identify in the book was on page 56, claiming George Hodel Jr. was just an American child growing up in California, nothing more. George Jr. was anything but a normal kid growing up in California. In addition to the intellectual gifts he was born with, his family was part of the elite class and he was afforded every opportunity without ever a concern for finances. Hodel’s genius also came with a complete disregard for human life, which most likely became apparent as he was a young crime reporter, or sooner. This would have been a very attractive asset to underworld and secret society figures in which he had regular contact. He was indeed part of the elite class and without a doubt a serial killer, and unless caught red handed, had no fear of ever being apprehended. Exactly what was the nature of his protection? What exactly did he do in the military? He was granted a General’s title without having to climb the ranks which requires friends in very high places. Was his position strictly medical or was that a cover for intelligence work? Due do military connections and his cross boarder actions, it seems that his protection was international in scope and without limitations. He killed with impunity across state and international borders. This was a conspiracy of epic proportions which included L.A. Police officers, District Attorneys, Hollywood film moguls, newspaper editors and the Fine Art elite, all involved in the cover-up of serial murders, an abortion ring and who knows what else. How can this not be considered a death cult? The only question that remains is the exact nature of rituals and the cult or shadow society in which this was a part.


Inspector Hodel received a dose of unpleasant reality when he took his findings to the L.A. Police to present his flawlessly prepared evidence and announce that he had solved one of their most famous open cases. He should have been received with fan-fare and welcoming arms with accolades and commendations. And why not? He had just solved one of the greatest crime mysteries in American history. Although receiving solid validation from many of his peers, a cold shoulder is what he received from the officer in charge of the case and claimed he didn’t have to review the evidence. Why not announce to the public that a serial killer case has been solved and possibly bring some relief to any surviving family members? We now know that some high ranking and corrupt cops were in on it. Not all of them of course, just the ones at the top and their henchman. It seems obvious to me; the cover-up is still going on, which also means the corrupt power structures that that were in place then, are still in place today.

While reviewing the timeline and the very many people that allowed the killing to continue, we see that this was not just a lone narcissistic sadist and pathological bloodthirsty psychopathic mass murderer who preyed on innocents and liked toying with cops. These were calculated kills by groups of people working in tandem. Something glaringly jumped out as I was reviewing and comparing the timeline of the Black Dahlia and Zodiac killings with world events, which caused me to lose my breath as a pulsating sense of fear ran through my body and soul that still persists as I write this. The dates of the murder sprees coincide perfectly with the dates of the preemptive Zionist controlled Israeli attacks on Palestine beginning November 1947 and the Six-Day Invasion in June 1967. After a long and serious contemplation about the nature of warfare and propaganda, it makes sense. Create a public relations diversion and plaster the front pages of every newspaper possible with a serial killer at large and relegate the war news to the back pages. My first thought was that if he was part of Mossad, the Israeli Secret Intelligence Service, then he and at least some of his colleagues would have to have an extremist Zionist background.

As it turns out, the killer’s parents were wealthy Jewish immigrants who changed their name from Glodgefter to Hodel in order to hide their ancestry in the New World. Ester Leov, George Jr’s mother was most likely descended from French aristocracy and his father a “banker”. The Hodels lived in a mansion designed by a famous Russian architect and George Jr. at an early age was sent to France where he was educated by Madame Montessori of the Montessori school, and while there he lived with Count and Countess Troubetzkoy. Hardly a normal childhood and one must wonder when his indoctrination truly began. The parents of his good friend, world famous artist and co-conspirator, Man Ray, were also Jewish immigrants.

Could one claim that Dr. Hodel would not betray his country because he was a man in uniform? Let’s keep in mind that he molested and impregnated his own daughter, drugged and took nude photographs of his unconscious granddaughter, murdered dozens of people in cold blood for what seems to be most of his life. He also had many friends in very high places that allowed him to live a long and opulent life, as a wonderful monster. It’s unlikely that American patriotism was his only redeeming value. If the Black Dahlia and Zodiac killings were the Psyops (psychological warfare operations) part of the war campaign, then it would mean that the group behind the monster had to be Mossad.  History is full of examples of conquering solders raping, beating, and torturing before finally putting their victims out of their misery with a final deadly blow. Why rape and torture before killing the target? Because the executioners have been conditioned to derive joy and pleasure in the excruciating pain they are inflicting. It becomes part of the ritual, like drinking the blood of a young deer hunter‘s first kill, or eating the still beating heart of a recently slain enemy or ceremonial victim. Considering what we know about him, is there anything besides empathy in which he was not capable?

It seems the victims were not killed in a ritualistic manner but rather sacrificed as part of a ceremonial ritual. Could Dr. Hodel’s parties been more than highly charged sex parties, but maybe ritualistic and ceremonial killings where everyone in the group delivers a blow to the still living victim before the fatal strike, such as a matador does to a bull, as part of their initiation? In the case of Elizabeth Short, each of the ritual participants played the role of the Matador and she was the bull. That would certainly be a binding experience and the symbol of a matador and bull already plays prominently in this true crime story.

Man Ray’s MINOTAURE : 1934-35

Man Ray’s MINOTAURE : 1934-35

Dr. Hodel was overseas when he had to suddenly return to the U.S. in 1946 for personal reasons. Could this reason be to  plan and carry out one of the most heinous propaganda driven murder sprees in American history? One could easily  make the argument that the 1948 & 1967 correlations were simply a meaningless coincidence with nothing to do with  each other. Regardless, whether a premeditated Psyops murder campaign or happenstance, the effect was the same.  Fear and terror had been ignited in the hearts of a citizenry of potential victims with thousands of newspaper articles  and newscasts. People everywhere were discussing, analyzing and theorizing as to what was behind the grotesque  killing of a string of individual murders, while most were unlikely aware of the organized mass murder happening in the  Middle-East with their tax dollars. A great reason to keep them distracted.

On the surface, Mossad is Israel’s intelligence division, which brings to mind secret spy missions and unapologetic targeted assassinations, but it is much more than that. The word Mossad translates to “The Institute” and their motto is “By Way of Deception Thou Shalt Do War”. Mossad is so important, its leader’s identity is kept secret and he is one of the three people required to authorize the launch of a nuclear weapon. Their only concept of peace is unconditional surrender. “One shot, two kills” is one of their popular slogans when describing killing a pregnant woman. Could the Black Dahlia and other murders be part of a murderous Psyops carried out by Mossad’s virtuoso assassin, Dr. George Hodel? When your business is committing war crimes, why not? Part of the word Assassin is derived from the word hashish, because it was part of the training ritual to smoke hash before killing in order to reach a higher level of consciousness during the act. It is well documented that Dr. Hodel used drugs during his parties (rituals).

What if the true target of the decade’s long murders sprees was the public consciousness and the victims’ were just unlucky conduits to the front page? What were the true and complete effects of entire cities of people feeling terrorized? While the front pages of newspapers were covered with these killings, what was being relegated to the back pages and footnotes? Every war has two major components, the battle field and the home front. The battle field is where bombs are dropped, bullets fired and enemies meet. The home front is much larger and just as important because the people fighting the war need to know that their cause is just and they will make mom and dad proud back home. The propaganda component of every major war consists of a steady stream of disinformation and distractions peppered with just enough truth to be believable. The notes were not written for the police and shared with the press. The notes were written to induce and spread a sense of fear and terror in the souls of a distracted public who thought they might be next.

dahlia note

The victims were chosen because of their innocent nature and maximum terror impact both during the action and the  aftermath. They were the ‘everyday girl and boy’ that could be anyone. Should the victims have has some sort of sordid  character, it would have seemed like a lone vigilante at work more than a psychotic serial killer. Anyone could be next.  While young lovers all over America were looking over their shoulders wherever they went contemplating their own  demise, tens of thousands of innocent Arabs were meeting theirs. The indirect targets were citizens of 1040’s Los  Angeles and the Summer of Love in San Francisco. How interested in Middle-East politics would you be if there was  a  killer on the loose in your neighborhood and you might be on their target list?

Like the conquering empire builders before them, Zionist forces with American equipment and funding have murdered tens of thousands of un-armed civilians and displaced hundreds of thousands more to refugee status in their conquest of Palestine. Carving up a few bodies in America seems like a small price to pay if it keeps the Americans unaware and distracted while delivering a terrorist blow to their consciousness. When considering the foresight, planning, resources and complete lack of humanity necessary to devise a war plan that includes the genocide of an entire population, it doesn’t seem so far-fetched that they would send in one of their most brilliant assassins to create a media frenzy that would be both a diversion for the masses and weaken the social fabric of their other battle field. Was Dr. Hodel really a legendary international assassin who killed without restraint or remorse and then displayed his trophies for the world to see? Has he baffled and beguiled generations of law enforcement officers and the greater public for over 50 years, while behind the scenes an undercover Mossad assassination legend and hero?

Based on the evidence at hand, I believe that Dr. George Hodel Jr. was a double agent assassin extraordinaire for the Mossad and an international terrorist. The Black Dahlia and Zodiac Killer murders were not only the work of a deranged sex maniac serial killer, but also a well-organized terrorist attack conducted on the consciousness of the American people to distract them from noticing that they were paying for the coinciding massacres occurring in Palestine.


Afterthought: There are still some unanswered questions that if answered may further validate this theory. Were any of the victims of Zionist dissent? This is important because extreme Zionists believe they are the chosen people and constitute the Human Race. They believe other races are more or less dogs and slaves to be dealt with accordingly. Should he be a member of Mossad and the targets were not of Semitic decent, then they would not have been considered human and less than collateral damage. Was there any common thread between the known victims and their spouses and families? The murder of a spouse or other family member would cause a disruption in anyone’s life and if there was a strong message to be sent, the brutal death of a loved one sends just that. If possible, a complete audit of all known financial records of George Hodel and his parents should be made. Follow the money. Were any of the known obstructionists connected to extremist Zionism or other secret societies?

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Black Widow Psycho SNARFF

I’m probably moving into yet another disastrous situation waiting to happen. One of the new roommates is a psycho and so is the other. There are at least two types of psycho chicks. There is the friendly artist type who is playful with an unpredictable spontaneity that can be trying at times to work with and be around, but in the end does the right thing with usually a pleasant surprise or two. This type of psycho chick makes the best friends and you always know what they think and are up to. Then there is the Black Widow Psycho Cunt-bitch whose mission it is, is to lure you into her web however she can and engulf your own web or bed or both and make it hers. She will then sever your connections one by one until you no longer have your own life to live.
There are two types of the Black Widow Psycho Cunt-bitch variety, non-lethal and lethal. Most are non-lethal, but as society collapses around us, scarcity becomes more apparent and the value of life diminishes, more of the lethal types with manifest themselves. Many begin as the non-lethal types and their first kill is sort of an accident, but they like it and want to do it again, and again and again.
The non-lethal types only want to get you to the edge of ruin and suicide, but will keep you well enough not to go through with the final deed and instead will manipulate your reality for years and make you her unaware emotional slave. The non-lethal types are the most cruel and usually have money already. There are in it as much for the game as they are for the stuff and people. It’s more like your life becomes their sociopathic art project with their words and actions the tools of implementation to paint your life black.
The lethal Black Widow Psycho Cunt-bitch wants you to die as quickly and efficiently as possible and you may never even have sex with her, or know it is her and her friends. They will take up all of your time and waste all of your resources as your life dives into a vortex of turbulent despair and excruciating painful wasted effort. Her friends may not even realize what they are participating in as they were prepped and told from the beginning that you are in a fragile state and could snap and fall at any moment. In retrospect they laugh at her apparent bad taste in men. Little do her friends know that each of you basket cases were carefully chosen for the sport, kind of like fox hunting, only you’re the fox.
More and more suicide is becoming the weapon of choice. It began with Picasso and Casagemas, and has grown in popularity ever since. Love, sex and trust are their weapons of choice and your death is their ultimate objective, be it figurative or literal. While local and Federal governments expend millions of dollars to investigate over 30,000 murders on an annual basis, killers run free everyday, many not ever investigated. With the suicide rate of society rapidly eclipsing the murder rate, exactly zero of those suicides go investigated for foul play.
A common scenario; You experience a tragic betrayal and loss leading to financial ruin and abandonment by family and friends. Emotional turmoil followed by a long and deep depression in which you question your reason for being and contemplate the world without you. You get a glimpse of George Bailey around the end of December and your mind starts racing. They find you in a room locked from the inside with a note, facebook posting and accouterments du jure. There are no suspects and seemingly nothing to investigate. It’s the perfect murder.
Your death represents a victory and reason to party. They will wear red to your funeral and throw a soirée that night to celebrate your passing with indulgent glee. All of your friends, frienimies, enemies and business associates will be there as well as any former lovers they can scrape up. This is their final and grand performance. Anybody whoever had a good thought about you will be invited and with a gang-like strategy, they will seek them out and slander you in such a way that everyone who leaves that night will have reason to believe that you had them fooled all along and are indeed a horrible person with the world a better place without you in it. They will bow their heads and nod back and forth wondering how someone like you could fall so far so quickly. Little do they know that on the other side of the room are those who paved your path and made everything easy to ensure your fall was steep, fast and deadly.
A string of many people will parade through your life and never hear a word you have to say because they just nod and smile politely waiting for you to move on, so they can take what you have to offer them and move on without any reciprocation. You are their meat your gullible nature is their target. The prize ? Your life.
It’s possible I’ve been living with handlers for years. First my wife, then a string of others, passing me off from one to another like a game of hot potato. I look back on the time vine for the ripe fruit of a year spent with Jessiqa and every memory is laced with bitterness. People who know me, like me. I’m friendly and nice, or at least I used to be, which is a deadly combination in San Francisco. Mix those elements with a state of desperation and that’s the perfect mixture for targeting and victimization. Compared to the last seven years of my nightmarish living situations, this seems like a well-deserved reprise, however short it may be.

The Misadventures of Aslan, an Urban Oddyssey

I’ve been drifting through this life looking,
in search of somewhere with something to care.
For a over a decade now and count slowing,
the people who love me only do so by dare.

I remember growing up in little to nowhere land,
imagining what it would it be like to do a magic transport.
beam myself to San Francisco or someplace exotic with sand,
somehow be part of what is and with an import.

Listening in secret to Depeche Mode and the Doors sing,
who led me to embrace the rebel within one.
At the time I couldn’t sing or play anything,
so I started staring at the stars while dancing right past the Sun.

To show the world I wasn’t born otherwise wrong,
the U.S. Navy had my name the top of their list.
To prove to everyone and myself I didn’t have to belong,
I could do anything I wanted with an open handed fist.

I know I’ve missed the show by a decade or more,
it’s been a non-stop roller coaster ride and I’ve lost track of the time.
I’ve hit rock bottom and can prove it with a number on the door,
fuck it I’m here anyway can write what I mean and finally rhyme.