I grew up around CUNTS like Lindsay Clancy. She grew up wealthy, was popular but an absolute bitch. Became a nurse because that’s the preferred profession for narcissistic white bitches from New England. Married a man she never loved and had kids she hated.
I know women EXACTLY like her.
She’s a fake fucking evil whore. And she deserves to die for what she did to her kids and her husband. Women siding with her are exactly like her and this is why I’ve NEVER been a “girl’s girl”. Women hate other women.
I’ve had the same best friend since we were 11 and we’re 44 this year. So that’s not to say good women don’t exist. Good men and bad men exist too. It’s not about gender or even race (although if she weren’t a rich white woman and semi attractive absolutely no one would be defending her).
Evil is evil. I’ve known women exactly like Lindsay. She wasn’t psychotic. She got into a marriage and motherhood she no longer cared for because she’s a NARCISSIST. The attention was no longer on HER and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She PLANNED the murders of her babies for months, sent her husband away while tracking how long he’d be gone so she’d have enough time to STRANGLE her babies one by one, then feigned a fake suicide attempt.
Her first question upon awaking in the hospital was “Do I need a lawyer?” That’s not a psychotic person. That’s a calculated murderer.
She has nanny’s, daycares, in-laws, money, a husband who worked from home. More help than the majority of mothers.
She’s an evil cunt and now she’s screaming in court trying to distract from the evidence fo sympathy. I hope the jury sees through her narcissistic evil crocodile tears but I have zero hope of that.
If this woman ever gets out of jail, even in her stupid fucking wheelchair, she WILL kill again. Mark my words.
A funny phrase that gets smuggled into the conversation is “mass incarceration.” It gives the impression of cops rounding up dozens or even hundreds of criminals and sending them off to camps. No, our justice system is hyper individualistic. Specific criminals have to be identified and captured individually. Crimes have to be painstakingly proven. The whole process is surprisingly costly and lets a huge percentage of criminals off without so much as a wrist slap. Even serious crimes like murder have a national avg clearance of 50%, in some cities that’s closer to 20%.
This looks like a pleasant afternoon at home. Most people never notice that they are witnessing the exact moment a woman decides to save herself...
It was painted in 1853 by the English artist William Holman Hunt. A young couple sits at a piano in a sunlit sitting room, mid-song, and that is what the Victorians saw first, which is what Hunt wanted, so that the truth would land harder when they finally noticed it.
Because they are not married. She is his mistress, kept in this gaudy little room, and Hunt has caught one precise instant: the moment her conscience wakes. A phrase in the song they are singing has struck her, and she is rising off his lap, staring out the window toward a purer life she has suddenly remembered she could still choose. He has not noticed. He is still playing.
Hunt believed a painting should be read like scripture, so he filled the room with clues for anyone patient enough to look. Under the table, a cat toys with a broken-winged bird, exactly what this man is doing to this woman. On the floor lies a tangled skein of yarn, the web she is caught in. A single glove has been thrown down, a warning of the fate of a discarded mistress...
But the key to the whole thing is behind her, in the mirror. It reflects what she is looking at: the open window, the green garden, the light. She has spent her life with her back to it. And Hunt has caught her in the one second she turns around, when a woman the world had written off decides she might still be saved.
The most dystopian experience of my life was sending my son to the local public kindergarten for 3 days before we fled. I saw things in those 3 days that still haunt me.
He didn't do kindergarten after that. He hung out with me. 10/10 recommend.
whenever i get down on myself for not being productive or clever enough, i watch this video. and remember that 99% of the rest of humanity is spiritually in the back room of a retail store pouring themselves a diet redbull and endocrine disruptor smoothie
If you’ve ever wondered how Islam managed to escape the dusty backwater known as Arabia and spread to 53 countries, well, this is how: fear and intimidation.
That’s why it’s the religion of submission. You submit to it, or else.
Covid survival rate for childbearing aged women…
Age: 20-29
Survival Rate: 99.99%
Age: 30-39
Survival Rate: 99.97%
Age: 40-49
Survival Rate: 99.98%
There was never any need for mothers taking the vaccine.
Every child lost due to the vaccine was premeditated murder.
Evil.
I'm sorry, but with companies pulling this shit, we are at the stage where if buying isn't owning, then piracy cannot be stealing.
If you buy a digital copy of a film, you should expect to retain that film for as long as that service remains operational.
And if that service ceases to be, you should be able to download a digital copy or have your licence transferred to another provider.
This is one of the most famous paintings in the world, and almost no one knows the haunting story of the woman lying in the water...
This is Ophelia, by John Everett Millais, finished in 1852. The scene is from Hamlet, the young woman who loses her mind after the man she loves kills her father, and drowns in a stream while singing and gathering flowers.
Millais caught the instant before she goes under, hands open, lips still parted in song, her gown pulling her down. In the play, her death is almost a throwaway. It happens offstage, and the queen simply reports it afterward:
"There is a willow grows aslant a brook... When down her weedy trophies and herself fell in the weeping brook."
A few more lines, and the story moves on. Millais took that half-second and spent the better part of a year on it.
Every flower in the water is real, painted with the obsessive botanical precision the Pre-Raphaelites were famous for, and almost every one carries a hidden meaning. The pansies floating on her dress stood for love in vain. The violets around her neck meant faithfulness. The daisy near her hand, innocence. The weeping willow leaning over her was the old symbol of forsaken love. And bright against her gown, one red poppy: the flower of sleep and death, which Shakespeare never mentioned, and which Millais added himself. He built the whole tragedy into the foliage, in a language his Victorian viewers could read like text, and which we drift right past today.
To get the water right, Millais did something extraordinary: he painted the river first, outdoors, on the banks of a stream in Surrey, sitting there for five months, recording every leaf and reed. Then, through the following winter, he painted the girl. Her name was Elizabeth Siddal. She was twenty-two, discovered working in a hat shop, and she would become the great tragic figure of this whole story.
To pose as the drowning Ophelia, Siddal lay for hours in a bathtub of water in Millais’s studio, wearing an antique silver gown he had bought for the purpose. It was winter, so he set oil lamps beneath the tub to keep the water warm. One day, absorbed in his work, Millais did not notice that the lamps had gone out. Siddal, the perfect model, said nothing and did not move, and lay there in the freezing water until the session ended. She caught a severe cold that turned to pneumonia.
She recovered, but never fully, and she never posed for Millais again. And here is the detail that turns this painting into something almost unbearable to look at: ten years later Elizabeth Siddal died of an overdose of laudanum, the opium drug that Victorians took by the spoonful. She was thirty-two.
Look again at that single red poppy Millais slipped into the picture, the flower that has always meant both sleep and death, and that opium is made from.
He painted a beautiful young woman playing a girl who drowns. He could not have known he was also depicting her fate.
Some paintings do not stay inside their frames...
2024: “You’re getting a golden age and mass deportations”
2026: “Iran made gasoline more expensive cause I bombed them for Israel, also a burrito is 20 dollars”
I’m a paramedic that has tried to warn about the dangers of COVID 19 shots.
I saw 9 MISCARRIAGES IN ONE SHIFT AFTER THE SHOTS ROLLED OUT!!
That’s nine dead babies! In one shift. That’s 9 mothers grieving the loss of their child, in ONE SHIFT!
And that’s not even counting all the other shifts after the shots came out!
And yet they forced this shit on pregnant mothers! They forced this on moms to keep their jobs! They forced this on everyone!!!
Below is a text from Anthony Fauci’s phone. They knew.
To say I’m angry about this would be an understatement. They fucking knew-
People don't understand that he was a fixer, they think he was just a sex trafficker.
The deal was Epstein could get you anything, including kids. The pedophilia is probably the most heinous thing but I think a lot of despicable and illegal things are being ignored because people are only on the lookout for the pedophilia. I'm sure there's the boring illegal stuff you'd expect, like mountains of cocaine, but there's also likely to be trafficking of adults, and even things like murder for hire at play here.
Epstein Island is being characterized as the place you go to have sex with kids, but it should probably be characterized as the place you go where there's no laws because you're rich.
"Misidentified breed"
It's a breed group. There are five or six different breeds that are all colloquially referred to as "pit bulls", and they're all known for being exceptionally violent and erratic. Everyone knows what "pit bull" means, pedantry doesn't change this.
I think I have a relatively normal attitude towards pets.
This is our dog. We love our dog she is our family pet.
As long as her needs are being met and she’s not harming the family we’ll keep her.
If we’re unable to meet her needs or she hurts the family she has to be rehomed.
Simple.
She’s not our kid, she’s our pet. And we love her, as our pet.
But she doesn’t come before our kids.
One way the internet is deranging dating is that people tend to look better in person and better to you individually *over time*. Familiarity improves attraction for some reason. This is all leveled and tossed out by your phone.
So to get to the “point of the original post.” …Whatever it was… If you are a mom and have come to the conclusion that you cannot care for your pet FOR WHATEVER REASON. please do not let childless people make you feel guilty for finding a safe a loving home for it.
@LAnfissa@NatureGirl_21 I agree you make a commitment to a pet to do what's best for it. Sometimes, what's best for the pet is moving it to a new home. The pet isn't gonna lie awake at night wondering why mommy doesn't love it anymore. It's an animal. It'll adjust, and be more comfortable in the end.