Canadian Cannibal Claims He Believed Victim Was an Alien
Some headlines just grab you.
US student "ate roommate's brain and heart" -- Telegraph.
Canada cannibal says he believed victim was an alien -- Telegraph. "A Chinese immigrant who beheaded and cannibalised a Canadian bus passenger in front of horrified travelers four years ago spoke out for the first time Tuesday, saying he believed his victim was an alien."
Cannibal on run after warning The Sun: I can’t stop killing -- The UK Sun. "We showed cops sick film of a live KITTEN fed to a snake and an email warning: 'Once you kill and taste blood it’s impossible to stop.' Luka Magnotta, 29, fled after his male partner -- a missing Chinese student -- was chopped up and eaten in Canada."
And you thought the problem was going to be the Zombie Apocalypse. One way to think about these accounts is as instances of severe mental illness.
Woman kills husband, tries to cook body parts -- AFP. "The police arrested Zainab Bibi, 32, and her nephew Zaheer, 22, in the Shah Faisal colony of Pakistan's southern megacity Karachi, and recovered the bowl of flesh she planned to cook, said police chief for the area Nadeem Baig."
"They killed Ahmed Abbas, Zainab's husband, and chopped his body into pieces and were about to cook the flesh in a bowl," he told AFP, adding that the knife with which they killed the man had been recovered.
Television networks showed gruesome footage of the human flesh in a bowl ready for the stove.
Or maybe times are just hard. But mental illness is a more likely cause than poverty for lurid headlines like this: "Russian cannibal ate gay date" -- Global Post.
A 21-year-old Russian cannibal brutally stabbed his gay date to death and then made him into meatballs and uploaded footage of him cooking onto the internet.
The two are probably related in some way. Reuters reports that mental illness is up in Greece. "Job loss can lead to an accumulation of risks that can tip people into depression and severe mental illness which can be difficult to reverse -- especially if people are not getting appropriate care." A person diagnosed with bipolar disorder writes: "Is there an alternative to being mentally ill?"
I wish there were; I'd probably have an easier time making friends. Living with bipolar disorder allows for only two courses of action, really: acknowledgment and denial. Knowing the risks associated with the latter (such as lapses into self-destructive behavior, which had gotten so bad with me that my parents and friends all but dragged me by the hair to a psychiatrist's office), I’ll take acknowledgment, thank you, even if it's not always easy. It means accepting that I sometimes need to hold still for a few hours lest I do anything rash. It means checking in with a shrink at least once a year to make sure I'm getting treated appropriately. (Since I don't have health insurance, this is a lot harder to do now that Mayor Emanuel closed half of Chicago's public mental health clinics, but that's another story.) And it means admitting my vulnerability to family and friends, who do want to help me, I learned, when I feel I can't get through life on my own.
The observation above may sound funny to a healthy person but it probably isn't for the guy with the problem. For him it is all deadly serious, in a way that an unafflicted person can scarcely imagine.