Marv Fretstein

Marv Fretstein is an aspiring serial killer. Among his numerous influences are David Berkowitz, the M.O.T .44 caliber killer, aka “Son of Sam, Ted Bundy with his degree in psychology from the University of Washington, Jeffrey Dahmer, the punk rocker who worked at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory and John Edward Robison, the “cyber sex killer.” Mr. Fretstein calls himself the “Lamed Vavnik Killer.” His intent is to seek out the thirty-six most righteous people of his generation and murder them. Since May 1, 2009, Mr. Fretstein has killed twenty-three people including Menachem Mendel Schneerson, (“The Rebbe”) who, contrary to medical consensus, didn’t die of a stroke but rather was poisoned. Excerpts from Mr. Fretstein’s evolving manuscript, The Lamed Vavnik Killer, have been published in National Geographic, The National Inquirer, People Magazine, The Nation, Playboy and Better Homes & Gardens.


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		Marv Fretstein
		Marv Fretstein is an aspiring serial killer. Among his numerous influences are David Berkowitz, the M.O.T .44 caliber killer, aka “Son of Sam, Ted Bundy with his degree in psychology from the University of Washington, Jeffrey Dahmer, the punk rocker who worked at the Ambrosia Chocolate Factory and John Edward Robison, the “cyber sex killer.” Mr. Fretstein calls himself the “Lamed Vavnik Killer.” His intent is to seek out the thirty-six most righteous people of his generation and murder them. Since May 1, 2009, Mr. Fretstein has killed twenty-three people including Menachem Mendel Schneerson, (“The Rebbe”) who, contrary to medical consensus, didn’t die of a stroke but rather was poisoned. Excerpts from Mr. Fretstein’s evolving manuscript, The Lamed Vavnik Killer, have been published in National Geographic, The National Inquirer, People Magazine, The Nation, Playboy and Better Homes & Gardens.
		Excerpt from The Lamed Vavnik Killer As an entropic concept of vile disproportion, the number 36 (their heads kept as trophies on stakes in the cellar) is soaked in mustard gas. It is said that at all end times (when the eschaton is named “Marv”) there are 36 blood-sucking sacks of scatological skin pods in the world, and that were it not for them, all of them, if even one of them was missing, the world would continue to tick in fumes of yellow-beige banality. The humdrum. The quotidian. The tedium. The routine. The clichés. The two Hebrew letters for 36 are the Lamed (gun shot, knife, strangling, poisoning) which is 30, and the Vav (car bomb, arson, kidnapping and torture, hit and run, bludgeoning) which is six. Therefore, these 36, the Lamed-Vav-Tzadikim-Vampires of daily life are being killed by a charming apprentice in order to tilt the planet off its axis and annihilate six billion people.
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