This is NOT a sick joke.
This is REAL.

BOSTON - On April 25, Gregory Despres arrived at the U.S.-Canadian border crossing at Calais, Maine, carrying a homemade sword, a hatchet, a knife, brass knuckles and a chain saw stained with what appeared to be blood. U.S. customs agents confiscated the weapons and fingerprinted Despres. Then they let him into the United States.

The following day, a gruesome scene was discovered in Despres' hometown of Minto, New Brunswick: The decapitated body of a 74-year-old country musician named Frederick Fulton was found on Fulton's kitchen floor. His head was in a pillowcase under a kitchen table. His common-law wife was discovered stabbed to death in a bedroom.

Despres, 22, immediately became a suspect because of a history of violence between him and his neighbors, and he was arrested April 27 after police in Massachusetts saw him wandering down a highway in a sweat shirt with red and brown stains. He is now in jail in Massachusetts on murder charges, awaiting an extradition hearing next month.

Read the whole story.

Look at the guy! Good grief! He shouldn't have been let in if he'd turned up at the border armed only with a bouquet of roses and a mandolin.

I don't usually say things like this, but somebody needs to lose their job over this. Somebody screwed up bad, either on the policy level or on the immediate decision-making level, and they need to be fired. Entire bus-loads of people probably need to be fired over this.

OH, and get this...This is the part that blows my mind TOTALLY (if it wasn't blown already):

Police believe the dispute between the neighbors boiled over in the early-morning hours of April 24, when Despres allegedly broke into Fulton's home and stabbed to death the musician and 70-year-old Veronica Decarie.

Fulton's daughter found her father's body two days later. His car was later found in a gravel pit on a highway leading to the U.S. border. Despres hitchhiked to the border crossing.

That's right, he HITCHHIKED to the border, bringing along his BLOODY CHAINSAW, HOMEMADE SWORD, HATCHET, KNIFE, AND BRASS KNUCKLES.

Somebody saw him walking along with his big bag o' fun and said "Ya know, I could use some company on this ride. HE looks like a great conversationalist."

Hat tip to Swimming in Champaign for the story. I also blame Swimming in Champaign for the nightmares that are bound to plague me over this.

(OK, now for the sick joke.)

This guy also needs to be sued for ripping off the look of the punk band, The Misfits:

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