nb - below musing / theory? holier than the Pope's Swiss cheese

 sitting down watching this fine '98 gem with angelhair when her good friend and LA compatriot, nick maya (word nick maya, referencing of your presence shall always be a first and last name kind of occasion), showed up.  At the end of the opening credits the screen fades to black and a quote fades in which reads, 

    ... 

"One day, men will look back and say I gave birth to the twentieth century..."  

                                                      - 

, 1888

....

To which Nick Maya has one thing to say:  

"...he was just next level on everything," in a tone of voice that had a certain amount of profound awe staggered throughout.  

WHAT!?!!  my mind just blew up.  YOURE RIGHT!  this is about to be a whole lot of excitement over a itty-bitty factoid - so you know, keep that grain of salt on your plates y'all.

What if Jack the Ripper was the Barrack & Roller of London's foggy alley age?  The Gaga of ghoulish madmen?  

In all fairness, J the R was probably definitely  an aristocrat and was stamping down on some serious societal constructs - sadistically yes, but stamping.  He killed whores in entirely overzealous ways (please, the bitch is DEAD, you don't need her organs too - see, that was the problem with the upper echelon of society - needy greedy dandies don't know when to quit) in a top hat and cape, pissed off everyone, and got away with it scot free with everyone and their horses or hounds scratching their heads obsessively trying to put the pieces together and/or infiltrate societal circles deeply enough to access his person.  ...So, in a sense, Jack the Ripper is Lady Gaga - maybe, just like male pattern baldness, his genius jumped a generation and landed in a meat dress on a blonde girl who was confusing, maddening, and enthralling a whole lot of people while laughing all the way to the bank  ...