So Lindsay Clancy took her children into the basement one by one and killed them.
She took Dawson, her 3-year-old, down first and strangled him with an exercise band. She did this in the office, probably so Cora wouldn’t see him.
Then came Cora, just 5 years old, followed by 8 month old Callan. Three children. One by one.
I can’t stop thinking about what those children may have experienced in their final moments. They were completely dependent on the person who was supposed to protect them.
There are people loudly rallying around Lindsay and portraying her as the victim in this case.
Cora, Dawson, Callan are the victims. They are the three people who lost their lives.
A woman k;lled her children and “women supporting women” are donating money for her.
And you expect me to believe this feminism movement isn’t from the pit of hell?
Todo el mundo criticando que la película es mala, pero la mujer con 60 años se puso a estudiar animación 3D por un lustro para llevarla a cabo con un presupuesto de 200$. Eso es un proceso artístico humano real, no saltarse pasos pidiéndoselo a una IA. Esto tiene mucho más valor.
The father reported her to CPS multiple times because she kept saying she would kill her children then kill herself. They cleared her and let her keep custody of the children. Then she slit their throats.
Something needs to change. Why was she allowed to keep custody?
In December 2003, 38-year-old Joyce Vincent died alone in her small flat above a busy shopping center in North London.
No one found her for more than two years.
When officials finally forced open the door, they found the television still on. On the sofa was a human skeleton, surrounded by wrapped Christmas presents.
No one had reported her missing. Part of her rent was paid automatically by a benefits agency, so money kept arriving.
Neighbors assumed the flat was empty. The building was noisy, so the sound of the television raised no alarm. When they noticed a smell, they blamed the garbage bins outside.
Her body was too badly decomposed to determine how she died, and the coroner recorded an open verdict. Police identified her by comparing her teeth with dental records and a photograph of her smiling while on holiday.
Joyce had not always been isolated. Friends remembered her as popular, funny, and ambitious.
But in her final years, she quit her job, drifted away from her friends, and spent time in a shelter for victims of domestic abuse. One by one, the people in her life lost track of her, each assuming she was fine.
No one knows exactly how she died or who the presents were for.