Never trust anyone on the right.
This public service announcement is brought to you by the news that all the big serial killers of history were born under the same four zodiac signs, Pisces, Gemini, Virgo, and Sagittarius, and if that doesn’t prove the stars have influence over our lives, I don’t know what does.
(Seriously, I don’t know what does.)
It’s true. I saw it in a meme. And all of them are on the far right side of the calendar, arranged as God intended, three months wide and four months deep. March, June, September, December. Gacy, Dahmer, Bundy, the Son of Sam. Right down the line.
I believe it. We Librans might feel homicidal from time to time but it never lasts long and by the time we’ve located the arsenic we’ve had time to consider the victim’s good points, or their mitigating circumstances, and then we decide to go bowling instead.
So I looked up all the really good people I could think of. Ghandi, born 10/2 (Libra!). Jimmy Carter, born 10/1 (Libra!). Holy cow! Both born on what might have been my birthday if only my mother hadn’t had me induced so I could get out of her and ultimately out of the house as soon as possible! That cannot be a coincidence!
(Yes, it can.)
Martin Luther King Jr.: January 15, or the nearest handy Monday, either way still solidly in Capricorn.
Mr. Rogers: Uh-oh. Totally a Pisces. Totally in a slasher neighborhood. Hmm.
Mother Teresa: Uh-oh. She’s a Virgo (well, we guessed that). But really—could all that humanitarian effort have been covering up a terrible secret hobby, like a dishtowel wimple over a wrinkled face?
I do know that where you land on the calendar is definitely not a matter of happenstance. I base this on the long-held observation that my favorite people are almost all born in December and April. I have so many December friends that they’re tipping the calendar down and to the right, possibly upending a Leo here and there, their little date squares toppling toward the darkest days of winter. It has to be true, because ever since I noticed it, if a friend tells me their birthday is in any of the other months, I immediately forget it.
I decided to “do my own research” on famous serial killers and their birth signs. Right away I found the original meme I saw on social media. It was right there in black and white (on purple). Just as I remembered. Also? There was a lot of information about the most prolific serial killers and their victims (lay low, Capricorn!), and Cancer, Pisces, Scorpio, and Sagittarius account for forty percent of serial killers while Gemini is at the bottom of the list. By a lot. My goodness. Was the creator of the meme possibly being selective about the data?
I don’t believe it. Because I saw that purple meme first and I stuck it in my bank of facts and it’s wedged in there good. Which means everything I read afterwards can be safely discarded. Besides, either way, those December babies are still the ones to watch out for.
Thank goodness they’re all friends of mine.
Oh, oh….. I’m a Pisces. My Moon is in Gemini, and my Mercury is in Pisces. Y’all better watch out, then, ’cause I could go off! Paul is also a Pisces, so maybe we could become a crime family, like the Mansons!
Anyone who is interested in finding out where all their planets were at their time of birth can just google astrological chart for (insert date here) and you can find all that out in seconds. For what it’s worth. Which is nothing.
My moon is in my pants.
Oh boy! Thank goodness I had the good sense to put my coffee down BEFORE reading this!
Remember my open invitation to visit; “Guest room has its own attached bath so no awkward encounters in the hallway”? Reconsider… my wife and I are both Piscies…
Gosh, if I’d been born three days earlier we could be friends! At least I’m still a Capricorn, the best of the best. Husband and daughter are both April, so I guess you’ll just have to be friends with them, instead.
I’m counting you. I’m not really a zodiac girl, just someone with Monthlies. I have a BUNCH of late December entries and my December 22 dance ticket is just about punched full.
I’m a Leo and years ago when I worked in the shoe factory on one of the production lines, I discovered that twelve of the fifteen workers on that line were also Leos. One other was also an August birth, but later in the month, so not a Leo. Not a serial killer in sight! Just a bunch of happy workers who all got along and helped out if other lines got behind schedule.
That was years ago. Have you kept in touch? Scanned the newspapers?
Well, darn. My natal day is 12/23. And I wanna be your friend.
I just go by the month. You’re in. I’m not going to keep track of cusps.
Aries. FYI.
Aileen Wuornos was a pisces. Come on Murr, equal representation.
You mean the womenses? Still–a Pisces! I rest her case!
Once when I was teasing a friend of mine who was really into astrology she said of course I didn’t believe in astrology because I’m an Aquarius, the sign of the scientist, born to be skeptical. I never did come up with an effective logical response.
I swear to everything holy that once when some dude was chatting me up on a (long) bus trip he asked my star sign. I said, well, if you’re into that, maybe you can figure out what my sign is! He went through eight before he came up with Libra and I said Yes. He said “You know how I knew?”
Not a Leo in the bunch! I love @river ‘s comment! I can’t imagine that data from a meme could possibly be selective, tainted or skewed. You’re on solid ground. This is earthshaking! And I know it’s rock solid, because I’m a Leo, data set of ONE, and I’ve never had so much as a glimmer of wanting to kill anyone serially, unless you’re a squirrel that eats hibiscus plants down to tiny nubs.
In which case you’re probably okay with killing not serially but ALL AT ONCE.
None of it applies to me, as I had a sign-change operation.
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My sister’s a Virgo, considers herself the Virgin Mary of the Zodiac and I cannot wait to show her that purple serial killer meme! Well I am a Scorpio, was born on Halloween and in college this dipshit girl I was dating was after me to get my birthdate legally changed. (FYI, you can’t do it.) I was all set to eat her when she quit school, dammit.
May we have a look at your freezer?