HEY DEGENERATE RAUL: SERIAL KILLER JOHN BITTROLFF IS GUILTY

Long Island Killer of Women

Long Island is the land of all that is degenerate. Long Island’s Facebook Serial Killer “experts” are a prime example. Nothing epitomizes that depravity more than one Raul Montero. See this video about Long Island’s Serial Killer dystopia.

Raul works as a furniture salesman. He probably stands a full 5’5” tall. He goes by the moniker “CatchLISK.” LISK is Long Island MAGA national hero – the Long Island Serial Killer a/k/a Rex Heuermann (Trump’s architect). See https://raymondzuppa.com/my-email-from-rex/ Raul presents himself as a victim advocate. Through relentless posting he became a self-proclaimed recognized “Facebook Expert.”

This is America. The land of Joe Rogan. Talk is not cheap here. It’s all that counts.

Raul likes to place markings on a map where murdered victims of serial killers were found. He supplements the map with racy images of the victims; their belongings; how they were killed. He posts this map on Facebook. He uses Facebook to contact victims’ family members too.

Serial killers do what Raul does.

Raul bullied and remonstrated the junior sleuths in his CatchLISK Facebook group. Then the horrible happened. I saw it in real time. The perpetrators kept me in the loop with emails that had links to Facebook and Twitter/X.

The denigrated retaliated by tracking Raul’s Twitter account. Raul used said Twitter account to access sick porn. Raul’s favorite male porn star masquerades as a talent agent. He talks young women into having videotaped sex with him. After the unprotected sex he informs them that he has genital herpes.

It’s all laid out by YouTuber Garren Tee News Network in a piece call Raul Montero from Catch Lisk and his Porn Fetish. Raul fucked up using the same user name on every social media account: “RLNJKM” From there it was easy to track Raul accessing Pornhub through his Twitter/X Account. Specifically Back Room Casting Couch produced by the ultimate MAGA degenerate Eric Whittaker out of Arizona. Watch it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iomm2Nxuj5g

Now to the star of this piece. John Bittrolff is a piece of white trash convicted of the brutal murders of two addicted escorts. He’s a serial killer. We just don’t know how many. There’s a huge criminal court case file at the County Clerk’s Office that I spent days with. I talked to people. Went to the crime scenes.

The bodies of Rita Tangredi, 32, of East Patchogue and Colleen McNamee, 20, of Holbrook  were both found in the woods. Tangredi on November 2, 1993. The cause of death – “blunt force trauma” to her head and strangulation. A berserk beating. Some anonymous person – probably Bittrolff – called in McNamee on January 30, 1994. Strangled with “blunt force trauma” to her head. 

“Blunt force trauma” does not come close to describing the brutal beating the two women endured. The beatings crushed their skulls exposing their brains. Colleen’s dying is particularly malevolent. In addition to skull injuries many of her facial bones are broken. Cigarette burns on her right hand indicate torture before the beating.

When foundboth were recently killed – nude, with their legs spread wide apart and their arms behind their backs. Colleen had one arm behind her head. Both missing their left shoes.

The murders went unsolved for decades until John Bittrolff’s brother Timothy is convicted of domestic violence. The law requires that Timothy give a DNA sample to the State’s DNA database. Timothy’s DNA shows a partial match to the DNA found in the victims – that tells cops that a male relative is the killer. Ultimately cops got a hold of a cup used by Timothy’s brother John Bittrolff. Perfect match.

Dumb luck catches Bittrolff 30 years after he killed Colleen.

Bittrolff used William “Billy the Creep” Keahon as his lawyer. As a corrupt Assistant District Attorney he helped flake – falsely imprison – four innocent boys for decades. He is a self-righteous defender of all that is depraved. Uber politically connected in this twisted county called Suffolk.

Early one morning in 1991 Billy the Creep, while stupendously drunk drove the wrong way down Nesconset Highway. His Mercedes Benz crashed head on into a vehicle driven by an underpaid female Emergency Room doctor. She just completed her shift. The accident ruined her. Not satisfied with being three sheets to the wind the Creep’s license was also suspended.

Brookhaven Town Republican Party Leader John Powell made a deal with then District Attorney James Catterson. That’s my former boss. Powell said, if you do not indict Billy the Creep for manslaughter I will make your son James a Justice of the Supreme Trial Court of the State of New York. And the deal was done. They allegedly allowed Keahon to keep his law license so that he could earn money to pay the poor ruined woman. 

Bittrolff’s best friend and business partner – referred to as “X” – and other Suffolk County residents, outside the presence of the jury, told the Court about Bittrolff’s idiosyncrasies. None of this made it to the jury because Judge Ambro understood it was more prejudicial than probative as to the two killings.

Bittrolff had four pet alligators that he kept in his basement. He got off on feeding them live baby squirrels and chicks. He set the alligators free in a popular river where Suffolk residents love to canoe. (Billy scoffed – “not relevant”); In front of friends Bittrolff wrestled his pet pig to the ground, then slit its throat. They watched it bleed out. (“How we get bacon.”); Bittrolff raised ducks that he loved to torture (“duck meat”); Bittrolff shot and killed a swan with a bow and arrow in East Moriches (“it’s hunting”); He caught pigeons and ripped their heads off (“means nothing’); He hunted deer by running them over in State Parks with his truck (“nothing to do with anything”); Shot the neighbors pet dogs when they got near his pet deer which deer he tortured (“protecting his property”); A disemboweled deer hung in his garage – in front of friends Bittrolff stood under it. Reached in. Pulled out the heart. Then ate it.

Bittrolff and X’s favorite past time was double teaming “hookers.” Bittrolff only liked his sex Long Island style – hard driving anal – with X watching. 

In 2017 prosecutors convicted Bittrolff utilizing – in part – cutting edge DNA technology. DNA analysis showed that the victims were killed within 0 to 20 minutes after Bittrolff’s ejaculation. The expert opined that the women died within 0-20 minutes after Bittrolff shot his jizz through “sperm density.” Bittrolff heightened his orgasm by smashing the poor women’s skulls just as he blew his proverbial load.  

People like Raul like to cast Bittrolff as purely a DNA case. But prosecutors had more.

Bittrolff’s best friend and former business partner – X – testified that he ran into Bittrolff at about 6:00 AM on the morning following McNamee’s depraved murder. He saw lots of blood all over the passenger side door of Bittrolff’s work truck as well as teeth on the floor mat.

X asks, “What’s that all about.”

Bittrolff says, “A hooker tried to rob me at knife point so I banged her head against the door and kicked her out of the truck.” 

X saw a woman’s purse filled with perfume and lipstick etcetera, on the front passenger seat. Bittrolff began throwing items into the woods. One of the items X clearly sees is Colleen McNamee’s driver’s license. 

X says, “You better throw out the purse too.”

When X sees Colleen McNamee’s picture on the news after Bittrolff’s arrest he comes forward. Colleen is ghostly beauty.

Shortly after his arrest cops sweat Bittrolff in a tight room. He asks for a lawyer. 

As their leading Bittrolff from the room he blurts out, “What brought you to me.”

The detectives said, “Your brother.”

Bittrolff volunteered, “I fucking knew it.”

Bittrolff makes motion after motion and appeal after appeal proclaiming his innocence mostly through claims that the DNA analysis is in error. Basically “the bitch had it coming” defense. “There were other men that had sex with those women the nights they were killed.” Except Colleen’s teeth, blood and belongings ended up in your truck Bittrolff. And Bittrolff – your jizz is the jizz they found in the dead women’s anuses.

The other day on Facebook Raul Montero posted that “John Bittrolff is innocent.” And his followers went “ga-ga” over it. But what the fuck does Raul know except what he regurgitates from the media as posted on the Internet. Sure enough there is a lurid cabal of “journalists” that think it Chiqui and vouge to proclaim Bittrolff’s innocence. They’re just as irresponsible as Raul.

They should spend the night with Raul and Bittrolff. Bring plenty of lube.