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Bjork’s stalker.
Ricardo Lopez is a 21 year old exterminator living in Hollywood, Florida. He’s sloppy. His apartment is a mess. He’s overweight. He’s naked. And he’s a fan of the singer/performance artist Bjork. He’s a big, big fan of Bjork. Today, January 14th, 1996, is his 21st birthday. He’s gotten himself a video camera as a present, and he’s going to film himself. Ricardo is going to document his activity for the next year. He has a mission, you see. He has to kill Bjork. Bjork has started dating a black rap artist/dj/actor/visual artist named Goldie. Or, as Ricardo indelicately puts it;
“She’s fucking a nigger. Can you believe that? Yes. Fucking. Nigger. That’s unacceptable… Maybe he’s a nice guy, maybe he’s not a nice guy. Maybe he’s an opportunist. But he’s a fucking nigger. That’s it. Who’s fault is that? That’s right. That’s her fault. And that’s completely unacceptable to me. And umm… I’m just going to have to kill her. ”



So, Ricardo has now stated the theme of this film.
His plan is to send Bjork a package. And when she opens it, she’ll get sprayed with acid and die.
The next 18 hours of video documents his daily life over the course of the next nine months; how he constructs the device, obtains the acid and his downward spiral into complete madness.
Ricardo lets us know he’s planning to buy a gun. He can’t deal with the FBI knocking his door down and shit, so when he knows she’s dead, he’s going to stick a gun in his mouth and kill himself. Later on he tests the spraying device. Works like a charm!

On September 12, after a Paxil and a Clonapin and after listening to Howard Stern, he’s going to go to the post office with his package full of acid and mail it to Bjork. He’s also carrying his handgun, because he will not be arrested. He’ll blow his head off first.
Ricardo successfully delivers the package to the post office. He doubts, however, that it will ever reach Bjork. He thinks it will somehow be intercepted along the way, but he doesn’t care. He’s tried his best.
Now there’s only one thing left to do. Commit suicide. The preparation for Ricardo’s suicide starts minutes after he returns from mailing the package. He is naked, as he has been throughout most of these tapes. He starts cutting off all his hair with a hunting knife. Then he graduates to a scissors. After about 40 minutes (Ricardo is taking his time) he’s as shorn as Curly from the Three Stooges. Actually, he’s almost a dead ringer for Vincent D’Onofrio as Private Pyle from “Full Metal Jacket.”
Now it is time for the application of the makeup. Ricardo starts applying makeup to himself. Over the course of about twenty minutes, he transforms himself into kind of a cross between Commander Kurtz from “Apocalypse Now” and Darth Maul. Classic rock songs play on the radio in the background causing a psychotic and surreal effect.
He has prepared his apartment for this. It’s covered with pictures of Bjork. He paints a cardboard sign that says “The Best Of Me,” and situates it behind himself. Perhaps he intended to blow his brains out onto this sign. He spins the camera around and pans the wall. There are numerous pictures of Bjork at her pixyish, innocent best. On that wall, he has painted a large arrow pointing to a small pile of videotapes on his shelf. He’s also painted these words: “THE 8MM TAPES ARE A DOCUMENTATION OF A CRIME. TERRORIST MATERIAL. THEY ARE FOR THE F.B.I.”
He puts the finishing touches on his makeup, including red makeup on his huge, saucer-sized, puffer nipples. A still picture of Bjork is on the TV in the background.
At about 2:45 PM he says “OK, it’s time.”
Then he says “I just wanna say that um… my last words. What are my last words? Oh, fuck the world! That’s my last words, and fuck Bjork, and her nigger-loving self. Um, the chances of it being entirely successful, like I said before, I’m not gonna count on it, but none the less, it being out there, I consider it a great venture. None the less, I was thinking of dying anyway. Not because of her, but uh… rather because of my own reasons. “

“This death is for you Bjork. No, excuse me, it’s for you to see it. It’s some compensation for the pain that I’ve caused you and will, maybe cause you. Everything else in my life that I’ve fantasized about, I have accomplished.”

He puts a Bjork song on the stereo. The song is “I Remember You.” As the song ends, he screams out “victory!” then he places the gun in his mouth and fires.

You see no blood. His bald, painted head grossly distends for a brief, brief moment. Ricardo falls out of the frame, gutturally moaning. The “death rattle.” To his consternation, I’m sure; the “Best Of Me” sign is unmarked. Lastly we hear the sound of leaking fluid. As if someone has opened a gallon of milk and let the contents pour onto a tile floor. Then nothing.



Police found the body a few days later. The tape was in his camera and was marked “Last Day.” The first thing the cops did was notify authorities in London to intercept the package. Because of his suicide and the tape he left, the package never came close to its intended target.
Bjork was shaken by the incident. Eventually, she shed her cutie-pixyish image, and left the London music scene entirely. Her newer albums have a more personal, less commercial feel. It was intentional.

Below is a link to a 104 minute “highlight” film of the 18 hours of Ricardo’s tapes. It is perhaps the greatest chronicling of a descent into madness on film. Now, just a warning, it’s on one of those gore-porn websites. He is naked for almost the entire film, and it ain’t a pretty site.

NSFW

http://goregrish.com/the-video-diary-of-ricardo-lopez/

Great thread.

Thanks.

You would think after going through all that trouble he would wait to see if his plan worked before killing himself. Great post

Did she stop fucking the nigger or not

Best thread on SFN btw

We all

eventually, GHP.

Here's a picture of Bjork's boyfriend at the time. His name was Goldie...



...Geez...maybe she should have gone with Ricardo...

I just read the police & FBI will be digging up the basement they believe Etan Patz is buried in. He was the little boy who went missing in 1979 spawning the movement to put missing children's faces on milk cartons.

Yeah, I read about that yesterday. It seems that they suspect the guy who lives there of murdering Etan. The guy hasn't been arrested or anything, but I think he's like 75 years old at this point, and he ain't going anywhere. If they find something, I figure they'll swoop in on him pretty quick.

In case you haven't seen it, here's a picture of the guy whose basement they're searching for the Etan Patz remains:




His name is Othniel Miller.

When Miller was interviewed by the FBI recently, and they told him cadaver dogs indicated that perhaps a body was buried under his concrete basement floor, Miller asked, "What if the body was moved?"

That could be an indication of guilt on Miller's part, or it could have been just an innocent question that the FBI purposely leaked to the press in order to put more pressure on Miller.

This is from The International Business Times:

"When Etan first went missing Miller had welcomed police into the basement to examine it. The basement floor had been "freshly poured," but Miller invited them to tear it up if they agreed to pay to replace it. Miller was not a suspect at the time and police did not follow through on Miller's offer, deciding it was too costly."

As long as Mr G doesn't I'm good

Well from the articles I read the main suspect is convicted child molester Jose Ramos. He admitted to taking the boy but claims he put him on the subway. Ramos had dated the woman hired to take Etan to his bus stop in the mornings. From comments he made to jailhouse informers it is possible he burned the body in the building's incinerator.

I'm first on line if he ever does...

lol

Fucker better not though

Yup. They've been trying to pin this on Ramos for years. It struck me as odd that they suspect they'll find the remains under Miller's floor, and the cops are still scratching their heads saying "hmm... if we do find the body under Miller's floor, how can still blame it on Ramos?"

Either way it would be great for the parents to be able to have answers & get justice. It must be torture always wondering...

I'd also like to say I believe Riley Martin is the Toynbee tiler

I don't know about being creepy but it was definitely created by someone who used a hallucinogenic drug or two in his time.

this thread was on Reddit a month ago.

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/q0sgj/what_is_a_mystery_that_creeps_you_out_the_most/

http://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/izm57/what_do_you_consider_to_be_the_greatest_unsolved/

According to the cops, Othniel Miller is not a suspect,. He's been cooperating with the police for years on this case.

I lived down in the Ft. Lauderdale area when this happened. It was pretty wild.

Maritza Martin Muñoz (October 29, 1959 – January 18, 1993) was a woman shot to death by Emilio Nuñez in 1993. Martin was being interviewed (although she didn't answer any questions) by Ocurrió Así reporter Ingrid Cruz, after she showed up at her daughter's grave while the father, Emilio Nuñez, was there.
Emilio Nuñez then left the grave site and went to his car, apparently retrieved a weapon, and shot Martiza Martin 12 times. The cameraman managed to film the first few shots while the reporter ran for the car. The footage can now be seen in the films Bowling for Columbine[1] and Executions.[2][3]
She left behind a son of eighteen months old.
In 2000, Emilio Nuñez was found guilty by a jury in Fort Lauderdale


It wont let me embed, but here is a link to the video of her getting shot in the cemetary
http://tu.tv/videos/marido-ajusticia-a-su-ex-mujer-en-vivo

That is

FUCKED



UP!!

I never saw that before! Great post!!

Thanks... Cool thread!