Sicko ANDREW DODGE - "Peace Love, & Blood Money! He digs Killers!"

Here he is, media whore and gore fan ANDREW DODGE. Wave to everyone, Andrew.

Since EBAY actually has a rule against sellers offering material that glorifies crime, Nazis or the KKK, HE has to publicize his own "don't you love killers like I do" website.

So he instantly wrote a fan letter to adorable Dylann Roof.

Dylann is the sneering psychopath-coward who killed 9 middle-aged religious black people in a church.

Dylann, like ISIS, doesn't like a fair fight. Racist rage only works on harmless targets like store keepers, people eating pizza in a shop, or pious and gentle souls at a Bible meeting.

Andrew Dodge is now famous for being "the first" to get a letter from the killer.

To do what with? SELL, of course. Sorry, Dylann, baby, you were fooled! Not as bad as you fooled those black people by suddenly firing on them. But you were fooled into thinking this guy was concerned about you.

All Andrew Dodge wanted to do was turn around and sell that letter, and profit on how you murdered 9 innocent people.

Andrew Dodge is enjoying the domino effect. All he needed was to get one outlet to report on him (what was it, Radar Online, TMZ, Inquisitr, Deadspin, Fuckbuzz, Asswipe...) and they ALL picked up on it.

That's the media for you. No shame. Oh, the New York Times didn't think this was fit to print. But the tabloids went along for the ride. Few editors had the guts to say "Nope, I'm not giving this Andrew Dodge bastard any publicity."

There are, as Rolling Stone proved, also few editors who won't give useless Kim Kuntrashian the cover of their magazine.

Hot dog eaters, "reality show" whores, little nitwits like Viley Virus or Ariana Not so Grande...even psycho killers. It's ALL good.

There's always been a fascination with "bad guys." They become legends. America is lousy with 'em. Eventually most of them are raised to the level of hero. Warren Zevon sang about Frank and Jesse James. Bob Dylan sang about Joey Gallo. And on and on.

The difference is that now, in our sick age, there are fans of gruesome, warped, sick and disgustingly evil and demented people. There are plenty of Charlie Manson websites, after all. Anti-social jerks, the kind who rev their motorcycles at you while you're crossing the street, the kind that strut around selfishly and push people out of their way, the kind that take over a section of a bar or concert seating and make it a "no go zone," are prone to wearing a Manson t-shirt, or snickering while playing, loud, some of Charlie's music.

There used to be good ghouls, the kind that made a haunted basement of fake spider webs, with shelves of "action figures" of Dracula and Frankenstein, and posters of "The Thing" or "Godzilla." They made stars out of lovable guys like Karloff and Lorre and Vinnie Price. Some, such as Penn (of Penn & Teller) believe that an interest in florid death-based legends of vampires and zombies is life affirming. You watch this shit and think "I'm glad to be alive!" And, it's all make-believe. Lugosi isn't really a vampire.

But today we have bad ghouls who love actual killers and monsters. They admire Ed Gein (who made masks out of human flesh and was the basis for Norman Bates in "Psycho"). They collect Gein-abilia, not just BOOKS or indie gore movies, but fucking letters. A core of sickos enjoy photos of Sharon Tate's corpse, and sit around wearing t-shirts with those images on them. They want paintings on their wall done by the "Killer Clown" who murdered dozens of young boys. They joke about Ted Bundy and Albert Fish.

I suppose it's fortunate that despite Dodge's publicity game, his website only has a few dozen cheap idiots signed up to bid on his garbage. Who knows what this moron actually does for a living. Maybe he sells autographed hockey pucks on eBay or is a government employee cleaning toilets in a public school. He'll tell you each item he sells is "a piece of history," and that he's nothing more than a scholar and a gentleman.