By all accounts he was a good one, entertaining and somewhat artistic. Of course he was also a serial-murdering psychopath, but what does that really mean to YOU? Can you find fault with a man who so loved children? You love children, don't you? I mean you obviously agree with the guy. You're sympatico; you should be friends because you want the same things. You're one in the same, save for that slaughtering people and burying them in your basement thingy. I'll bet he loved puppies. You love puppies, don't you?
I found inspiration for this bit of heavy handed satire from an argument that should be laughed at, derided, and generally vomitted upon by any thinking human being. Small wonder of irony that I find it promoted by Nick Gillespie at "Reason", so called. There's nothing reasonable about that, at all.