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Cold Open: Ever hitchhiked? WOULD you ever hitchhike? If you’re saying yes, you may reconsider after listening to today’s episode. Robert Ben Rhoades, born in 1945, started driving big rigs across America’s interstates and major highways in the mid-70s, and he seemed to most like an unassuming and harmless trucker for the next fifteen-ish years. The Iowa native’s childhood had ended abruptly when his dad was arrested for an alarming crime and, after the way his father responded to this arrest, life seemed to spiral out of control for the man who would soon introduce himself to others as either “Dusty”, or, via is CB radio - “Whips and Chains.” Bob became a sexual sadist, obsessed with the fetish world of BDSM. Soon, he began to completely ignore the “fun and consensual” part of bondage and submission, pivoting from pleasure through pain to pleasure through rape, torture, and murder. Rhoades was and still is a deeply fucked-up individual who sits today in a prison he’ll never get out of. As it should be for the man who became known as the “Truck Stop Killer.” It’s estimated that Bob killed over fifty people between roughly 1975 and 1990, most of them young women and the occasional men they were traveling with, whom Rhoades quickly disposed of before focusing on the compulsion that drove him to kill - sexual torture. Bob overpowered young hitchhikers and sex workers in the sleeper cab of truck, tying them up with BDSM chains and restraints, and then raping and torturing them for days, sometimes longer, in a mobile dungeon with nipple clamps, belts, chains, handcuffs, fish hooks and more. When he’d grown tired of toying with them, he’d dump their young bodies in a dumpster or out in the woods, sometimes after shaving their heads and pubic hair. Further degradation perhaps. The majority of women’s bodies thought to belong to his victims have never been found. Their families have never given the closure of at least knowing that their daughter or son is dead. A few victims, thankfully, were identified thanks to the disturbing photographs that Rhoades took. How did Rhoades finally get caught? And how did he find a BDSM community in the days before the internet? When do BDSM and other fetishes cross the line from healthy kink into dangerous self-harm? Do they ever cross that line? All this and more, in a bondage-filled, whips and chains, “How much pain is too much pain? Maybe just take an Uber,” edition, of Timesuck. PAUSE TIMESUCK INTRO I. Welcome! A.Happy Monday: Happy Monday Motherfuckers! Hope none of you went into full cardiac arrest from a gluttonous Thanksgiving feast. HAIL Nimrod, Hail Lucifina, Praise Bojangles, and Triple M - you better tour again in 2021. At this dark and dreary time of the year in the Northwest, I am craving yacht rock and sunshine. I’m Dan Cummins, Suckmaster D, King of the Suck, Sir Sucks a Lot, Captain Whiskerhorn, (Fish) Peanut Butt Butter Taste Taster - JK! - and you are listening to Timesuck. No real inspiration this week. BUT - we take some interesting side roads and pose some interesting questions today as I tell an interesting and morbid tale. B.Merch: For those of you quick to jump on the Suck the moment comes out - we’re having a sale the rest of this release day. 30% off everything at Bad Magic Merch dot com until midnight tonight PT. November 30th. Use the code BADMAGIC at checkout. B-A-D-M-A-G-I-C. No spaces. Not case sensitive. C.Sucksgiving Announcements: Also - thanks to everyone who everyone who made it to Sucksgiving - hope you had fun! Sorry about my allergies towards the end. Stupid eyes. Hate when the water up and my voice breaks. I had a great time getting a little lit with our bingo drinking game. And it was nice to see some of you again virtually during the pre-show tours. And to meet others. D.Giving Tree: I said I’d talk about the Cult of the Curious Giving Tree this week and HOLY shit. It’s crazy how much bigger this was this year than last year. The Queen of the Suck has a LOT of holiday shopping in front of her. I’ll announce more specifics later, when I know how exactly how much we gave after we get our Patreon payout, but - the Cult of the Curious donated almost exactly $15,000. Good on you, meatsacks! And we said we’d match that, so now Lynze and I are giving another $15,000 from to raise the total $30,000. AND, we have the 20% Bad Magic Patreon donation to give, which will bring the total to a little over $40,000. And ALL of that money - a big chunk of money - is going back into our community. To our listeners. To Cult of the Curious families. It’s being spent on bringing holiday cheer to little Space Newts who otherwise might have had to watch Santa fly on by this year. Sorry we couldn’t make the Holidays better for every family who sent in touching emails expressing their needs. BUT - we are gonna buy presents - lots of presents - and send them to EIGHTY different households. So special. Hail Fucking NIMROD! So that is super fun! And now, before moving into more fun, let me use a new recent concern as a reminder that I’m not the only one who needs to check multiple sources when sharing information - we all need to. So much misinformation out there getting so many people worked up. E.Black Rifle Announcement: We’ve got a ton of emails and DMs last week asking for us to denounce our association with Black Rifle Coffee because many thought that Black Rifle Coffee either sponsored or posted bail for Kyle Rittenhouse - the Kenosha Wisconsin teen who shot and killed two BLM protestors during an August protest. They didn’t. And while we don’t happen to have more ads lined up, I’ll still be drinking Black Rifle Coffee. Here’s the truth. A podcaster, Elijah Schaffer, whose podcast has been sponsored by Black Rifle Coffee, tweeted a photo of Rittenhouse wearing a Black Rifle t-shirt with the caption, “Kyle Rittenhouse drinks the best coffee in America.” And then Black Rifle contacted Elijah Schaffer, and he deleted the tweet. And the deleted post pointed to a discount for the coffee. And then Black Rifle severed their sponsorship with him and his podcast and their CEO, Evan Hafer, released a statement saying they have nothing to do with Rittenhouse. Black Rifle can’t control who wears their t-shirts anymore than I can control who wears a Timesuck shirt. And the emails we got made me wonder, if Kyle had been wearing a Timesuck shirt, how many would be calling for Timesuck to be cancelled? Cancel culture - still out of control. And now Black Rifle is also under attack AND the far fight for NOT publicly supporting Rittenhouse. Craziness. How quickly some have forgotten all the good they’ve done for Veterans. Peak 2020. More of us need to stop looking to place like Reddit and Facebook and Tweets for our news. It’s important to look to multiple outlets to confirm a story - I think Reuter’s, the AP, and Axios [Axe ee ohs] - (Greek word) provide some of the best journalism currently. That’s what I think today. Maybe that will change soon. Sadly, it gets harder and harder to find news without spin. Which makes it more and more important to seek that news out. It’s annoying and time consuming, but I think, logically, your best bet is not to implicitly trust ANY one source for your information. And that includes me. Cross reference, cross reference, cross reference. Look at the left, right, and the middle. The truth will be in there somewhere. HAIL fucking Nimrod. We need you more now than ever you insane puppy-stomping space Sasquatch. F. Segue to Topic: All that out of the way - let us now dive into this week’s deplorable dirtbag. Gonna look at someone who decided to cross one of the worst moral lines you CAN cross - to torture, rape, and to kill innocent human beings. To kill those who had never done anything wrong to him. Those who meant him no harm. He choose to dehumanize and sexually objectify young women - to reduce their lives to nothing more than worthless sacks of flesh that served no purpose other than to temporarily satisfy his depraved sexual needs. Robert Ben Rhoades. The Truck Stop Killer. PAUSE TIMESUCK INTERLUDE II.Intro/Establish Premiss: A life out on the open road is a perfect place for an independent minded person, one who doesn’t mind spending hours and days alone. In the early years of my standup touring days, before I had kids, I drove to gigs instead of flying all the time. And for a long time - I loved it! Not for everyone, but for someone who’s naturally introverted like me - it wasn’t bad at all. I really enjoyed driving around alone. Driving anywhere from a few hours to eight or ten hours a day, doing a show in Lewiston, Idaho one night, and then maybe Elko, Nevada the next. Out on the highway or freeway, as long as you’re not driving through a major city during rush hour, there’s very little traffic for the most part.