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Four words: epic serial killer fail. Vlado Taneski should have a ton of things going for him; the sort of back-story that the press usually loves (a serial killer who worked as a beat crime reporter? Come on, it doesn’t get any better than that), an interesting, off-the-beaten-path locale in the form of Macedonia, and even a similar organized profile to heavy hitters like Gacy and Bundy. Here at Pitchfork we don’t give out a 0.0 all that often, but Taneski’s asking for it. He was caught three years after he started, killed excessively boring people with the most banal means (who uses a phonecord?), and as if that wasn’t enough, he gave himself away in his own article about one of the murders. I mean, how can you do any worse than Vlado Taneski?
Seriously, the guy barely even qualifies as a serial killer. He only killed three people. Okay, four if you count Gorica Pavleska, whose disappearance he would have been questioned about if he hadn’t already removed his colossal banal stupidity from the gene pool. His last ditch attempt at playing the remorse-card was no less a bumbling failure than his three-year killing spree that claimed the lives of three people (that’s one murder for every three hundred and sixty five days, for anyone out there keeping count); the only people who can get away with doing the “I feel so bad I want to kill myself” thing are Dahmer, because he ate dead people and did weird things to their bodies (okay, fine, and he was actually beaten to death), and Shipman, who killed something like FIVE HUNDRED people.
And so Taneski gets the dreaded 0.0, the second or third worst possible rating after a o.o and that still image from the episode of South Park with the Dog Whisperer where Supernanny eats her own feces. Dear Vlado Taneski, we thought you would be cool because we’d never heard of you before, but it turns out that you suck. Love, Pitchfork.
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