I’m no expert. I am just a guy who talks to dogs, but if you’re openly laughing while the victim’s names are being read during a memorial you are some evil bastards.
.@RepAOC and @NYCMayor this is repulsive.
Both of you should send out a press release immediately, asking for forgiveness from the American people. Do you have no decency? No sense of decorum or duty? This was truly shameful.
Did anyone else notice that a few months ago it was in the news that a whole bunch of American scientists were missing and then we never talked about it again?
I don’t use this word flippantly, but this truly is SICKENING.
They have given it a name: “altruistic filicide”.
Altruistic: selfless concern for others.
Filicide: the killing of one’s children.
They have pathologized what would otherwise be brutal murder as “the selfless killing of one’s children”.
We are even beyond “suicidal empathy”. We have literally entered the realm of “homicidal empathy”. Pathologized as “altruistic filicide”
And listen to the mind virus of “virtue signaling” according to this juror (whose last name happens to be Devlin - my goodness the simulation has a sick sense of humor).
Lindsay Clancy was a good mom (despite “viciously killing” her three children - literally the terms used by another juror who also would have found not guilty), because she had a big sign in her house that said “it’s a wonderful life”.
This is their actual thought process.
In their own words.
Sickening.
Dear Government,
I think you misheard me. I didn’t say “send me a check.” I said “abolish the income tax and turn every IRS building into a Spirit Halloween store.”
Absolute Hero 🏆
Aaron Rodgers: “Covid was a multi-trillion dollar worldwide Psyop meant to see how much they can control us. That’s why people dislike me…because I don’t give a shit. I’m going to tell the truth”
BREAKING.🚨
ABC News whistleblower swears under penalty of perjury that the Kamala Harris campaign dictated the terms of the questions during the presidential debate.
Furthermore, the Harris campaign insisted upon live "fact checking" of Donald Trump during the debate.
ABC News "fact checked" Trump at least five times and did not fact check Harris once, despite the Democratic candidate telling provable lies, such as the "fine people hoax" and the blo*dbath hoax."
The whistleblower signed the affidavit in New York and has sent a copy to Speaker Mike Johnson, the notarized document states.
The unnamed individual states that he or she is in possession of secret recordings that will prove that ABC News rigged the presidential debate.
ABC News committed election interference. This is a MASSIVE scandal.
How about instead of giving $5k in stimulus and $9k in stay-home-mom credit we just stop taxing people those amounts and let them keep their own money?
What everyone is overlooking about the Lindsay Clancy juror interviews. Is that multiple nurses acted as experts on medication in the jury room to convince 3/4 guilty voters to switch to not guilty. Jurors are expressly prohibited from acting as unvetted experts in deliberations
Nike used to inspire young athletes with legends like Michael Jordan, Tiger Woods and Derek Jeter.
Now they lift up Dylan Mulvaney, Colin Kaepernick, glorify obesity and push anti-American propaganda.
Total destruction of a once iconic brand.
This is very personal for me to share.
My biological mother was a stripper working at a club in downtown Seattle. My biological father was one of her clients. She became pregnant with me while struggling with addiction and used drugs throughout her pregnancy. When I was born, I was immediately taken to the ICU to detox and was eventually placed for adoption.
By God’s grace, I was adopted by two wonderful parents who loved me deeply. I was four months old when they picked me up from the orphanage, and they are the only parents I’ve ever known. I never grew up feeling like something was missing. I never felt some deep longing to find my biological parents. I had a mom and dad who loved me, cared for me, sacrificed for me, and gave me a wonderful home.
Years later, after I got married and we had our first child, my wife encouraged me to learn more about my biological history. If for no other reason, she thought it might be good for the sake of our daughter to know whether there was anything medically or genetically significant in my family history.
So I eventually submitted my DNA to Ancestry. Through that, I discovered a half brother, aunts, cousins, and eventually was put in contact with my biological mother.
We were able to meet.
And when I met her, I got to tell her something I’d wanted to tell her for as long as I could remember: thank you.
Thank you for giving me life.
I got to tell her about the wonderful parents who adopted me. I got to tell her that I’d had a good life. I got to tell her about my wife and my children. I wanted her to know that the baby she carried in the middle of all that chaos became a man with a family, a calling, people he loves, people who love him, and a life for which he is profoundly grateful.
I’ve never been angry with her. Never. Not once.
For years I told my wife and children that if my biological mother ever found me, I knew exactly what I would say. I wouldn’t condemn her. I wouldn’t demand explanations. I’d simply thank her for allowing me to live.
Because without that decision, I wouldn’t have the extraordinary wife I have today. I wouldn’t know the indescribable joy of my children. I wouldn’t have experienced the friendships, ministry, laughter, sorrow, beauty, failures, victories, and ordinary moments that have made up my life. There are people I love who wouldn’t know me, children who wouldn’t exist, and a story that never would’ve been written.
She gave me the chance to live it.
We still stay in contact. We speak every few months, and I genuinely enjoy hearing her stories and learning about her life. Since the day I met her, I’ve prayed that the Lord would bring her to Himself. I still pray that.
I share all of this because lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about the choices parents make. About life and death. About how much hangs in the balance of decisions made in moments of fear, desperation, darkness, or confusion.
And yes, I’ve been thinking about those three little children whose lives were taken by the very person entrusted with protecting them. It’s difficult for me not to think about my own story alongside theirs. Their lives mattered. Their futures mattered. Everything they might’ve become, everyone they might’ve loved, every ordinary Tuesday morning and Christmas morning and wedding and child and friendship that might’ve filled the decades ahead of them mattered.
And it makes me profoundly grateful that my mother chose differently.
So if there’s a mother or father reading this who’s in a dark place and wondering whether your presence matters, whether your decisions matter, or whether the people who depend on you would somehow be better off without you, please hear me: your choices matter more than you can see from where you’re standing.
Choose life.
Don’t make an irreversible decision in the middle of a season that will pass. Don’t allow a moment of darkness to make a permanent decision about a future you can’t yet see.
Trust the Lord. Ask for help.