Sometimes you joke about your friends being partners in crime and sometimes criminals have partners. This episode we discuss the latter.
Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka
Paul Bernardo was a serial rapist and murder in Canada and Karla was his wife who helped find victims. Here is the story of these two horrible humans.
Beer pairing for this story is Romantic Devastation from
Superflux Beer Company
Darker in the Light
San Francisco Witch Killers
When a couple gets heavily into drugs and starts their own religion / cult things can go wrong. This is one of those times.
Beer pairing is Golden State Ale from
Uncommon Brewers. This was the Canadian variant brewed under contract at Craft Collective Brewing in Vancouver.
the 13th Floor
Find a Grave
Bonnie, Clyde and Pants that are too wide:
Could a fashion faux pas really bring about the beginning of the end for the infamous Barrow Gang?
Beer pairing for this beer is the Interstate Love Song Chocolate Oyster Stout from
Steel & Oak Brewing and Gigantic Brewing.
Poem mentioned in episode
“ The Story of Bonnie and Clyde”.
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died;
If you’re still in need
Of something to read,
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang,
I’m sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups;
They’re not so ruthless as that;
Their nature is raw;
They hate all the law
The stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers;
They say they are heartless and mean;
But I say this with pride,
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around,
Kept taking him down
And locking him up in a cell,
Till he said to me,
“I’ll never be free,
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell.”
The road was so dimly lighted;
There were no highway signs to guide;
But they made up their minds
If all roads were blind,
They wouldn’t give up till they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer;
Sometimes you can hardly see;
But it’s fight, man to man,
And do all you can,
For they know they can never be free.
From heart-break some people have suffered;
From weariness some people have died;
But take it all in all,
Our troubles are small
Till we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas,
And they have no clue or guide;
If they can’t find a fiend,
They just wipe their slate clean
And hand it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow mob;
They had no hand
In the kidnap demand,
Nor the Kansas City depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy;
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped;
In these awful hard times
We’d make a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped.”
The police haven’t got the report yet,
But Clyde called me up today;
He said, “Don’t start any fights
We aren’t working nights
We’re joining the NRA.”
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide,
Where the women are kin,
And the men are men,
And they won’t “stool” on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat,
About the third night
They’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re too tough or desperate,
They know that the law always wins;
They’ve been shot at before,
But they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together;
And they’ll bury them side by side;
To few it’ll be grief
To the law a relief
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.
— Bonnie Parker
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