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By
Succubyss
Dead Rebel Of The Week
~ Blanche Taylor Moore ~
OK, fine. My dead rebels aren’t typical. If you read this site with any regularity, you might sense a theme here. NO, not a butchy, man-hating feminist theme, but it does seem like a lotta guys deserve to die. And sometimes they just need to take one for the team.
Like if you’re a drunk, child-abusing asshole, you should die and so should every other drunk, child-abusing asshole. Chances are if you’re just one of those three, you probably did something that someone should have killed you for at some point in your life and if you’re two out of those three, you’re pretty much screwed on the whole being deserving of second-chances thing. Then again, if you’re just an average guy dealing with a woman who’s been dealing with drunk, child-abusing assholes since she was one of those children being abused, you don’t stand a chance, no matter how nice you are.
This week’s Dead Rebel isn’t exactly dead, but she’s on Death Row so she might as well be. She’s a rebel because she took out some of the scum that were making her life a hell on earth. Well, she didn’t exactly take out the last guy she tried to kill, but he was a minister. I’m sure he was whiney and irritating, but maybe he didn’t exactly need to die. He just needed to be real sick and scared for awhile. I’m sure it was only a matter of time before he did something he shouldn’t have.
I’m talking about a little lady by the name of Blanche Taylor Moore. She falls into that category known as "Black Widow" killers. You know, black widows? The spiders that kill their mates and eat them after they serve their purpose. Seriously, I like that. No fuss, no muss.
Granted, Blanche didn’t eat her victims, but she probably should have. I don’t mean a little nibble here and there and store the rest in the freezer. I mean, she should have ground those fuckers up and swallowed them and shit them out, flushed away into oblivion. No evidence to be found in intestinal waste sent out to the sewer and chemically re-processed, then spat out of your faucet, all fluoridated to keep the kids teeth healthy and white... but I digress.
Blanche was born and raised during the depression era, the daughter of an alcoholic, gambling preacher. Sense a pattern here, folks? Apparently, Blanche’s father, P.D. Kiser, was a half-ass minister who frequently got in a little bit over his head on his gambling debts. Passing the basket wasn’t covering things for him, so he started playing "pass the daughter" instead. Blanche was frequently called upon to garner her father’s flock with sexual favors for money. Rumor has it that she was also enlisted to ply her favors on her father as well. When he was drunk and sad, because he had lost all the family’s bill money, he had little Blanche there to comfort him. When he was drunk and happy, because he had won enough money to keep gambling, he had little Blanche to help him celebrate. Fucking bastard - he’s lucky she let him live as long as she did. We’ll get to that in a minute.
Is it any wonder that Blanche latched on to the first man that would have her to get out of her situation? No, it isn’t. She married James Taylor when she was 19, to get out of the hell-hole of drinking, gambling and incest that her life had become. Unfortunately for her, little girls tend to marry father figures and this one was no different. James started disappearing for days at a time, taking with him the family money and returning after "lost" weekends, broke and smelling like beer and other women. What an asshole - I mean really, what the fuck was he thinking? Did he really believe he could just take all the money needed to support his family, drink it up, gamble it away and fuck around on his wife with out ever being found out or punished? Stupid prick. He gets his, tho’. Be patient.
In the meantime, while James was off living large on his hard-working wife’s money, Blanche was having her fun, too. James had popped in (literally) long enough to get Blanche pregnant a couple of times. To support her daughters, she was working her way up through the ranks at Kroger’s Supermarket. And when I say working, I mean sleeping - by which I mean fucking. Blanche, like so many abused girls who become abused women, gained comfort from engaging in sexual behavior with as many men as would have her. Not ever knowing any other form of love or affection, she continued to seek it the only she knew, with sex.
She was particularly fond of her immediate supervisor, Raymond Reid, even tho he was married with children. It took some time and all her skill to land him, but they had an ongoing affair for years. Ray was an idiot, too. What a dick, cheating on his own wife and taking advantage of an employee like that. He deserves whatever he gets.
While Blanche was busy trying to get as far away from her father as she could, he eventually became old and somewhat sickly. Being a good daughter, she joined him for a time of forgiveness and reconciliation. Altho’ he was not seriously ill, he died shortly after Blanche arrived to nurse him. The doctor claimed his death was due to a "heart attack triggered by chronic emphysema." I guess they were new in their medical field because his symptoms of violent stomach cramps, diarrhea, projectile vomiting, delirium, and a bright-blue face all pointed to arsenic poisoning. HA! Fucker finally got what he deserved... one down.
Shortly thereafter, Blanche’s husband had a scare with a mild heart-attack and tried to mend his evil ways. He was still a weak-willed loser and Blanche had no interest in him, outside of his being a provider to the family. She continued her affair with her boss and wasn’t happy when her husband’s mother became ill and came to live in the family home. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want a bitchy mother-in-law around to cramp my style either. When the old hag finally died, after draining Blanche’s resources of time, money and patience, the doctors completely missed the bright blue face indicative of arsenic poisoning, as well as the quantities of undigested arsenic that remained in the old woman’s stomach. The doctors were obviously dumbasses which leads me to believe they were men. Oh well, the bat was old and feeble anyway...
Meanwhile, Blanche’s boss, Ray, decided to leave his wife and children. See, I told you he was a dick. Blanche continued to see him, stopping by his new apartment to cook him meals and care for him. Her husband, James, knew about the relationship, but did nothing to discourage it. He was clearly a weak-willed momma’s boy.
Shortly after Ray left his wife, James developed a mysterious case of the flu that was accompanied by diarrhea, swollen glands, a sore throat, hair loss, bloody stool and urine and painful blisters on his hands and feet. Gee, I wonder what those are symptoms of... could it be ARSENIC POISONING?!?! Why, yes, I think it could be. James kicked the bucket, dead from the "flu". Too bad, so sad. Blanche was now free to pursue an open relationship with Ray.
Unfortunately for Ray, Blanche wisely decided that an assistant manager that would cheat on his wife for years wasn’t really suitable husband material. She set her sights on bigger game and went straight for the MANAGER of her store. When that went bad, she sued Kroger’s for sexual harassment, winning a nice out of court settlement. Even more unfortunate for Ray, he waited around on the side for her.
Altho’ it was nice of him to sit around like a big pussy, waiting for Blanche to become interested in him again, it was rather irritating for Blanche. Mysteriously, Ray developed shingles and exhibited symptoms of diarrhea, projectile vomiting and loss of sensation in his hands and feet. Blanche must have felt bad for him because she visited him regularly in the hospital, being so kind as to bring him supplemental food items, which she insisted he finish during her visits. Poor Ray - the lying, cheating pussy-whipped, bastard developed additional symptoms and his doctor order a urine screening for "heavy metals intoxication". That screening revealed that Ray had SIX times the normal amount of arsenic in his system. However, the test results got lost in the shuffle and the doctor never saw them. Ray eventually died, after Blanche had him draw up papers naming her as executrix and beneficiary to his estate. Tough break...
During these tribulations, Blanche had met a new man, another preacher named Dwight Moore. By all accounts, Dwight was a decent guy, but I’m sure that after all that Blanche had experienced, she knew that all men were bastards anyway, so she tried to kill him, too. He was hospitalized several times, with the same symptoms as Blanche’s other victims, but apparently this guy had a much heartier constitution than the others. At one point he was diagnosed with 20 TIMES the amount of arsenic needed to kill a human being. This is what alerted the authorities to the possibility that all these people who were dropping like flies around Blanche might NOT be dying of natural causes.
Ray Reid’s body was exhumed and tested for arsenic and Blanche Taylor Moore was arrested and held for trial, accused of his murder. She was found guilty and sentenced to die in January 1991. Due to the automatic appeals process, Blanche has not yet been charged or tried in any other murder.
Which I think is a good thing…
Those guys were weak, mean, sons of bitches. Blanche took them out so they wouldn’t hurt anyone else. She’s a Death Row Rebel. And I guess since the victims were full of arsenic, it’s a good thing she didn’t eat them to dispose of the bodies, like I originally suggested. Another good decision on the part of Blanche Taylor Moore.
