It seems that besides his commited crimes he had plans for getting even with other women he could not control. What is interesting is that as a fashion columnist the crazy idiot had VERRRRY FUNY opinions about fashion priestess Ana Wintour:
"When I was a media reporter, there were many high-profile editors, and God knows they had big egos, but you could still get them on the phone," Braunstein wrote in a section of the manifesto read to jurors by the defense last week.
"Remnick, Carter, Fuller, even Martha Stewart. But Wintour? She just never talked to peons like us," wrote Braunstein, a former fashion media critic for Women's Wear Daily.
"It was beneath her. And all the while I'm thinking, 'Who is this skank?' She plays up this aristocratic, Marie Antoinette 'Let them eat cake' routine, but, excuse me, can I get some proof that she holds a title of nobility that goes back to the 13th century? No. All she does is edit a magazine. That's it. So what's with the royalty routine? . . . I mean, for Christ's sake, the woman slept with Bob Marley, one of the most soulful people ever to walk the face of the earth. If that didn't spiritualize her, nothing would.
"Wintour will be escorted by eunuchs to a place in hell run entirely by large rats."
OH those crazy perves and their very unique sense of justice when it comes to fashion power.