kainedamo
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For a long time now, I have suspected that Jessica Fletcher is completely off her rocker.
Let's look at the evidence. She clearly comes from a family that practises incest alot. Why do I say this? Jessica Fletcher has relatives everywhere. And I mean everywhere! London, Japan, Canada, every state, nearly ever town in the states! She has a twin floating around somewhere! The only way she can have so many relatives is inbreding! Either that, or it is all in her head. She has no relatives - they're figments of her imagination and excuses to go travelling.
She writes murder mysteries. So we know that she has a wild imagination... and an almost perverse obsession with murder, and solving the perfect crime.
Everywhere Jessica goes, and I mean EVERYWHERE, someone dies. And the wife or husband or whatever of the person that died is always Jessica's niece, or nephew, or cousin, or something like that. It cannot be coincidence that everywhere this woman goes, death follows. And not just regular murders, bot 100% of the time quite clever and intricate murders where the murderer goes through great pains to cover their tracks.
On the crime scene, Fletcher seems to have free reign to talk to whoever she likes. Witnesses, cops, the chief, and they all spill the beans to Jessica. It seems she is even allowed to pick up evidence and inspect it. But this woman is not a law enforcer. She writes books. And yet, she walks into cops' offices and interrogates everyone without anyone telling her she can't, or even any suspision falling on herself. This to me proves that Fletcher is caught in her own dillusions.
If Fletcher is caught in her own dillusions, then maybe when the murderer always confesses everytime they are found out... maybe that is only what Fletcher sees. Maybe everyone else sees a man or woman proclaiming their innocence.
I believe Fletcher, the dilluded crazy *****, kills someone, and then goes around planting evidence on the person she wants to catch.
Maybe at this moment of time right now, she is in a straight jacket, mumbiling crazily to herself. With doctors standing over her. "Y'know, she killed about 50 people before people finally realised she was the one framing others for her crimes! She still thinks she's free today!". While Fletcher smiles in her straight jacket. "Why, hello Jacob! My 10th nephew from Australia! How are you?? You just got married?? How wonderful! Yes, my new book is coming along swimmingly".
Crazy *****.
Let's look at the evidence. She clearly comes from a family that practises incest alot. Why do I say this? Jessica Fletcher has relatives everywhere. And I mean everywhere! London, Japan, Canada, every state, nearly ever town in the states! She has a twin floating around somewhere! The only way she can have so many relatives is inbreding! Either that, or it is all in her head. She has no relatives - they're figments of her imagination and excuses to go travelling.
She writes murder mysteries. So we know that she has a wild imagination... and an almost perverse obsession with murder, and solving the perfect crime.
Everywhere Jessica goes, and I mean EVERYWHERE, someone dies. And the wife or husband or whatever of the person that died is always Jessica's niece, or nephew, or cousin, or something like that. It cannot be coincidence that everywhere this woman goes, death follows. And not just regular murders, bot 100% of the time quite clever and intricate murders where the murderer goes through great pains to cover their tracks.
On the crime scene, Fletcher seems to have free reign to talk to whoever she likes. Witnesses, cops, the chief, and they all spill the beans to Jessica. It seems she is even allowed to pick up evidence and inspect it. But this woman is not a law enforcer. She writes books. And yet, she walks into cops' offices and interrogates everyone without anyone telling her she can't, or even any suspision falling on herself. This to me proves that Fletcher is caught in her own dillusions.
If Fletcher is caught in her own dillusions, then maybe when the murderer always confesses everytime they are found out... maybe that is only what Fletcher sees. Maybe everyone else sees a man or woman proclaiming their innocence.
I believe Fletcher, the dilluded crazy *****, kills someone, and then goes around planting evidence on the person she wants to catch.
Maybe at this moment of time right now, she is in a straight jacket, mumbiling crazily to herself. With doctors standing over her. "Y'know, she killed about 50 people before people finally realised she was the one framing others for her crimes! She still thinks she's free today!". While Fletcher smiles in her straight jacket. "Why, hello Jacob! My 10th nephew from Australia! How are you?? You just got married?? How wonderful! Yes, my new book is coming along swimmingly".
Crazy *****.
