The picrel guy, Ottis Tool, belonged to a cult called "Hand of Death". They worshiped the Goddess Hecate/Diana, the Goddess of Hunting by sacrificing and cooking virgins to her in the Florida Everglades while they dealt with smuggling bales of cocaine, crystal meth, heroin and child prostitutes during the 80s and 90s to and from Mexico. Ottis and Henry's job was to kidnap American kids and send them to a U.S. occupied secret military base in Juarez, Mexico where they were subjected to beyond MKULTRA-level testing involving the isolation of the prefrontal cortex (aka empathy and consciousness), not to create super soldiers but to create psychotic kids who when told would rape, torture and mutilate other kidnapped kids for the amusement of sick fucks from, yes, high-ranking members of our fucking military and Hollywood connections.
Here's an interview with Ottis Toole (his IQ was 75, there's no way he could have invented this all up).
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Barton: I'm Billy Bob. Is it true you eat people or that is just bullshit?
Toole: You look damn tasty. If I had me a knife I'd slit your throat and drink some blood.
Barton: They tell me you eat young boys.
Toole: I've eaten my share.
Barton: Tell me about it.
Toole: First I go out and catch me a little boy, maybe go down to a mall or shopping center and grab one there...grab him, tie him up, use a gag, put him in the trunk of my car and drive him to my place out in the swamps. Nobody to bother me way out there.
Barton: Did you rape those boys?
Toole: Yeah, I give it to 'em in the butt.
Barton: Make them scream?
Toole: Naw, they have on a gag. Can't scream.
Barton: Ever fuck little girls?
Toole: Sure. Fuck 'em in the butt same as a boy.
Barton: Yeah, why's that?