You know, because when you're running for president, the last thing you need the world to know is that your dad crippled your sister's brain because he thought she couldn't do as well as you.
Bela Kiss Pickled Corpses in Barrels
Throw a stone at a pile of horror movies and it's bound to bounce off at least three DVD covers depicting a homicidal maniac stalking people in secluded places. The movie industry has milked the "bloodthirsty killer in a small community" trope so many times, with so many variations, that it seems impossible that reality could hold a candle to all the horrors of fiction.
And in response, history puts all of its chips in and whips out Bela Kiss.
Kiss was a tinsmith in Cinkota, Hungary. Tall, blonde, and handsome, he was something of a hit with the ladies despite being such a private person that no one in his town seemed to know anything about him. All they knew was that he loved to party and had a goddamn glorious mustache. Sure, there were some less-comforting signs; his young, cheating wife suddenly, according to him, ran off with her lover to America, and none of the considerable number of female companions he had after that seemed to stick around for long. Still, what can you say? Dude was a bon vivant, but it's not as if that's a crime. Surely, a mustache that glorious couldn't be up to anything too nefarious?