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.
For the love of God — William did not grow up competing with Harry. He grew up protecting him.
That is the part the media keeps skipping because it ruins their script.
After Diana died, William was fifteen and Harry was twelve. They walked behind that coffin together. William has talked about using his fringe like a safety blanket on that walk. He has also talked about how their mother smothered both of them in love. The older brother learned early that part of his job was to be the steady one when the younger one was falling apart. That is not a press line. That is what older brothers do when the world explodes.
They were close. Same friends. Same jokes. Same private language. William made Harry his best man. Harry stood there in 2011 grinning like a man who still had an older brother in his corner. William backed Harry’s army years. He backed Invictus when it was still just an idea. He showed up. That is support. Not a photo op. Not a statement drafted by comms. Actual presence.
William also tried to tell him the truth when it mattered. That is what a decent older brother does when he sees his sibling walking into something that will blow up the family. Warning someone is not jealousy. Warning someone is love with a spine. Harry decided it was an attack.
Then Harry took all of that history and sold it.
Oprah. Netflix. Spare. Private arguments turned into product. He accused William of physical violence. He accused the family of leaking against him while he sat for cameras and narrated the leaks himself. He called William his arch nemesis. He dragged Catherine into it. He dragged the children into the blast radius by making their father the villain of a memoir.
That is not “speaking his truth.” That is taking the one person who had been in his corner since childhood and using him as content.
A broken trust is like crumpled paper. You can flatten it out and pretend it looks fine. It will never be the same sheet. Harry did that. He did not just leave the institution. He took the brother who had been his greatest ally and publicly dismantled him for a book deal and a streaming contract.
William’s response since then has been the only sane one. He did not clap back on camera. He did not write a sequel. He raised his children, stood by his wife through cancer, and did the job. Silence after betrayal is not coldness. It is what you do when someone has shown you they will use your private life as inventory.
Harry wants the world to believe William was the problem all along. The record is the opposite. William was the brother who stayed. Harry was the brother who cashed it in.
That is the record. The media can keep gaslighting. It does not change what happened.
Harry is the face of betrayal, even when he doesn’t know how to spell it.
An American war hero and President who freed the slaves from democrat's plantations is being disrespected by the city of Detroit! Look at the condition of this house! I demand reparations in the form of immediate rehabilitation of this fine structure!
Today is August 29th, 1987.
Ronald Reagan is President.
A gallon of gas is about 90¢.
A movie ticket costs around $4.
The average new car costs about $10,000.
The average new home costs around $105,000.
Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” has been one of the songs of the summer.
Dirty Dancing just opened in theaters.
RoboCop, The Lost Boys, Full Metal Jacket and The Living Daylights are also playing.
The Nintendo Entertainment System is taking over living rooms.
MTV still means music videos.
Bon Jovi shirts, acid-wash denim, Reebok high-tops and Swatch watches are everywhere.
Michael Jackson’s new album Bad drops in just a few days.
There’s no internet.
No smartphones.
No streaming.
If somebody leaves the house, you might simply have no idea where they are until they come back.
It’s Saturday.
Summer is almost over.
But for one more weekend...
It’s still 1987.
Heartbreaking stories from Nepal of those who survived the catastrophe. 💔
This man from Rasuwa, Betrawati, lost Rs 25 lakhs, along with all his gold and silver, which he had carefully kept for the treatment of his wife, who is suffering from kidney failure and is currently admitted to a hospital.
For him, this is not just a financial loss—it is a question of his wife’s survival and treatment.
There must be many such heartbreaking stories of survivors who have lost everything. Kindly help this man in whatever way possible, @NepaliArmyHQ. 🙏
Please amplify this so that help reaches him. 🙏
Do people understand what halal is?
In halal slaughter, prayers to allah are offered, then the animal’s throat is slit from side to side and the animal is left to bleed out in pain and terror.
Not sure about other Americans, but I’m not having my family eat food that’s offered to a demonic entity and left to die in terror.
Get islamunism out of the USA. The fact is that islam is NOT compatible with America or Western nations.