
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Someone thought it would be amusing to give Kemper and Mullin adjoining cells. The two mass murderers mixed like fire and brimstone. At 6’9”, Kemper towered over the petite Mullin, and hassled him in any way he could. Kemper boasted of his power over Mullin: “Well, [Mullin] had a habit of singing and bothering people when somebody tried to watch TV. So I threw water on him to shut him up. Then, when he was a good boy, I’d give him some peanuts. Herbie liked peanuts. That was effective, because pretty soon he asked permission to sing. That’s called behavior modification treatment.” He also called Mullin a creep with no class, and offered to rat on Mullin if he heard him say anything incriminating. In return, Mullin was disgusted by Kemper, and complained constantly about the noise when he was trying to meditate.
Both Mullin and Kemper viewed their own killing rampages as missions, and thought the other was a heathen. Mullin killed to save the world from earthquakes, and despised Kemper as a brutish sex maniac. In turn, Kemper said that Mullin “was just a cold-blooded killer… killing everyone he saw for no good reason.” Kemper thought he was the one with the social statement, making a demonstration to the authorities of Santa Cruz by killing the young women society treasured the most. Together, the lumbering Kemper and diminutive Mullin must have looked like the Laurel and Hardy of multiple murder.
Kemper is well-known for his mother issues. Mullin, on the other hand, was transfixed by his father. Killing a Catholic Father and a retired war veteran might be considered displaced aggravation against his own parent. He insisted that his father, Martin William Mullin, was a mass murderer. “I want his fingerprints to be taken and compared with all murders which occurred in California and Oregon since 1925,” he demanded. In addition to being responsible for all murders on the West Coast since the twenties, Herb also believed that his father telepathically ordered Dean Richardson to commit suicide by crashing his car in 1965.
(Source: thenewkiki)
I didn’t think Kemper had any kind of missionary intentions at all… :/
Imagine how annoying you have to be to get under the skin of such a friendly guy like Kemper.