𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: My wife tried to commit suicide.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Stay awake. How old is she?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: 31–33.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Is she awake?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Yes.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Is she breathing?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Yeah. Lindsay, what did you do to your neck? She’s talking.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: When did this happen?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Last half hour.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: How far did she fall?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: 20 feet.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Is she responding normally?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: A little bit. Wake up!
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: What part of the body was injured?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Her neck. She’s breathing. Lindsay, look at me. Look at me.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Are there weapons?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: I don’t see any. Where are the kids?
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Do not move her.
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Open your eyes. Lindsay, look at me. Open your eyes. Say my name.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: I’m going to tell you how to stop the bleeding.
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: It’s not really bleeding… open wounds. She’s in the backyard.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Is there something on her neck? Can you put pressure on it?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: No. Lindsay, wake up. They’re coming. Look at me.
𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘀. First responders arrive.
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: I need you to stay with her. I have to go check on my kids.
𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 / 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗙𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝘀.
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Guys? Guys? Cora? Cora? Dawson? Oh no. Oh no! Wake up!
Then screaming and gasping for an extended stretch.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: What’s going on? Hello?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Basement! Basement! Oh my God! I need help in the basement right now.
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿: Hello? Hello?
𝗣𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸: Dawson! My buddy! My little boy! My buddy!
AHHHHH, SHE KILLED THE KIDS!!! Oh my God!
@vick757 I’m glad that he was able to show his talent as a Hokie by beating the hoos. I was beyond disappointed that he didn’t get another chance to beat them again last year.
Every crash you hear is a body hitting the ground from someone in the World Trade Center whose best option was to jump. Many of the firefighters you see in this clip did not survive the next few hours, including the chaplain.
I don’t care about your suicidal empathy towards Islam. I don’t care about your stupid trade war. This is an 8-hour drive from Toronto. These are our people, our brothers and sisters.
Call 9/11 what it was.
Constance Fisher drowned her three children in a bathtub in 1954.
Mental hospital. Declared better. Released.
Husband stayed. They had three more kids.
She drowned those three too.
Same house. Same bathtub. Same excuse. Six dead children because a system treated a child killer like a patient who just needed time.
That is the whole argument. Not “was she sad.” Not “did she hear voices.” What happens after you let them out, and who pays for it the second time.
Lindsay Clancy strangled her three kids. People are already writing her a sympathy card and calling prison cruel. Cruel is three little bodies. Cruel is doing it once and getting a path back to freedom. Cruel is pretending history didn’t already run this experiment and lose six kids.
Mental illness can explain how someone gets there. It does not give you a free murder. It does not entitle you to more children. And it does not require the rest of us to wait around and see if the next round dies too.
If you kill your kids, you don’t get to be a mother again. You don’t get a soft landing and a second family. Life without parole. Lock the door. Stop experimenting on other people’s children and making excuses.
Convict her. Convict those who harm children. Period.
@papa_iiii@Osint613 I was just remembering those guys, we always had an eye out for them during the Cold War. I’m sure this latest revelation is nothing new to our military intelligence agencies.
The Giant Killer
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On June 18, 1968 Lt Larry Taylor commanded a light fire team of two Cobra helicopter gunships scrambled on a nighttime mission in response to an urgent call for aerial fire support from a four-man long range patrol team. Upon arrival Lt Taylor found the patrol team surrounded and heavily engaged by a larger VC force.
He requested illumination rounds from supporting artillery to assist with identifying the enemy positions. Despite intense enemy ground fire, he flew at a perilously low altitude placing a devastating volume of aerial rocket and machine gun fire on the enemy forces encircling the friendly patrol. For 45 minutes, Lt Taylor and his wingman continued to make low-level danger-close attack runs on the surrounding enemy positions. When enemy fire increased he requested artillery rounds with lower illumination altitudes be fired on that portion of the village so that the burning rounds ignited the enemy positions.
With both Cobra gunships nearly out of ammunition and the enemy still closing in on the patrol team, Lt Taylor flew the patrol teams potential ground evacuation route, finding it unviable based on the heavy enemy fire encountered. Returning to the patrol teams location, he continued to circle it at a low level under intense enemy fire, employing his search light to make fake gun runs on the enemy positions to distract them from the patrol team. Running low on fuel and with the patrol team nearly out of ammunition, Lt Taylor decided to extract the team with his two-man Cobra helicopter gunship, a feat never before accomplished. He directed his wingman to fire their remaining mini-gun rounds on the patrol teams east flank.
Lt Taylor then fired his own last mini-gun rounds on the enemy positions, opening an avenue of movement to the east for the patrol team. He directed the patrol team to move towards the extraction point where Lt Taylor, still under enemy fire landed his helicopter and instructed the patrol team to climb aboard anywhere they could. He evacuated them undoubtedly saving their lives. This hero passed in January 2024 at the age of 81.
A horse protecting his owner from a cow while he tags its calf.
This gives you a good idea of the intelligence of a horse. They can be taught to do anything.
Cows can be quite dangerous when protecting their calf. Great job by the horse.
Well that was quick. Crown Royal is pulling bottling out of Ontario. Stellantis is shutting down a car factory in Brampton and moving it to Illinois. Ford is considering moving tens of thousands of jobs from Canada to the U.S.
Maybe Mark Carney and Doug Ford shouldn't have decided to hold their breath until they turned blue.