I won’t be installing WoW Forever as I have a toddler and would prefer to stay married, but it warms my heart having my feed flooded with all this content.
Hope you’re all having a blast.
To the remaining sane people in America:
Listen carefully, because the rest of the country appears to have lost its fucking mind. An 8-month-old baby named Callan had his neck crushed so hard it swelled, his brain forced toward the base of his skull from the pressure. He lay there screaming and crying, too young to understand why the woman who gave him life was ending it. His sister Cora, 5, and his brother Dawson, 3, were right there with him. They watched. The other two felt the same hands around their own throats. They grabbed at their necks trying to breathe while their mother killed them one by one. That is not a metaphor. That is what happened.
Women are not supposed to murder their children. Mothers are not supposed to strangle the babies they carried, nursed, and were trusted to protect. That is the most basic, non-negotiable line in human civilization. Lindsay Clancy crossed it. She didn’t just fail them. She deliberately ended them. And yet the professional empathy class has decided she is the real victim. She’s the new darling. The “complex,” “tragic,” “mentally ill mother” we must all protect from judgment. Cora, Dawson, and Callan? Background noise. Collateral. Inconvenient corpses that get in the way of the preferred narrative. Apparently the sacred duty of motherhood can be waived the moment it becomes inconvenient for the narrative.
Worse, some of these same women are now floating the truly deranged claim that it was somehow the husband’s fault. “But the husband…!” as if Patrick Clancy strangling his own children with exercise bands while Lindsay was out running errands is the real story. He left the house because she sent him out. He came home to find his three kids dead or dying. And still a chorus of female voices would rather invent ways to blame the surviving parent than admit a mother did this. That is not solidarity. That is pathological refusal to look at the actual killer. Do these defenders ever actually stop and imagine those children’s final minutes, or is that too messy for the soft, selective compassion they traffic in? Do they picture 5-year-old Cora and 3-year-old Dawson watching Mommy murder their baby brother right in front of them? The pure animal panic of an infant’s body fighting for air while the person who was supposed to protect him refused to let him have it? Being strangled is not gentle. It is prolonged, conscious, and agonizing. Those three kids felt every second of it. Their father gets to carry that knowledge for the rest of his life. The defenders do not care. They have already moved on to the more fashionable pain: hers...or, when that fails, to inventing reasons to smear him instead.
Don’t start with the “but but but postpartum psychosis” routine. We heard it. Mental illness can explain why she did it. It does not rewrite the hierarchy of victims. It does not turn the killer into the center of the story. It does not require the rest of us to pretend Cora, Dawson, and Callan are secondary characters in Lindsay’s personal tragedy. It does not erase the fact that women are not supposed to murder their children. And it certainly does not give anyone the right to point the finger at the father who walked into hell and found his entire family destroyed. That is not empathy. That is moral inversion dressed up as compassion, and it is grotesque. Callan was a child. Cora was a child. Dawson was a child. They suffered. Doctors fought for them. They died. The fact that so many people can endlessly center her...or worse, try to shift blame onto him, while barely acknowledging them is not progressive. It is a public confession that some lives are more narratively useful than others and that the oldest taboo in the book no longer applies if the killer is the right kind of mother.
This is the last time I post on this complete tragedy. The children are the victims. Their father is a victim. Lindsay is the one who made them victims. Anyone still performing grief for the woman who strangled her own kids, or inventing ways to blame the man who didn’t, while treating the kids themselves as footnotes can keep their theater. The rest of us can still tell the difference between a tragedy and a crime, between a sufferer and a killer, and between a mother and a murderer. Cora, Dawson, and Callan had no say in any of this.
Professing Christians who are offended by this are telling on themselves.
Jesus is going to marry a formerly promiscuous Bride.
Some of you are acting like you won’t be part of the wedding.
Point of order for all the progressive Christians: yes, the Bible does ask us to welcome the stranger.
However, invading armies of Midianites, Edomites, Moabites, and Philistines were violently removed.
There is a difference between lawful immigration and invasion.