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It’s been four days now, and a duly sworn jury, consisting of nine women and three men, is apparently still unable to decide whether murder is still a crime in the state of Massachusetts.
The jury has told the judge it can’t reach a verdict. Though he’s obligated to send them back to reconsider and continue deliberations a couple of times, it’s unlikely they’ll ever reach a consensus. One juror, an older woman, was clearly frustrated by the judge’s instruction to go back to the jury room. Meanwhile, two younger female jurors reportedly smiled.
To make matters worse, there’s reason to believe that several of these jurors — the ones who are clearly inclined to let Lindsay Clancy go free, after she murdered her three children — see themselves as part of the larger, deranged TikTok mob that gathers outside the courthouse every day, in support of women’s constitutional right to do whatever they want, without suffering any consequences whatsoever. Particularly if you ever bought into the lies of feminism, it’s one of the more depressing spectacles you will ever see: a mass psychosis, rooted in narcissism, so pervasive it infects everything, even our juries.
More than a million dollars has been raised for this woman, who executed her own kids. It’s enough to make you rethink the Salem witch trials all these centuries later. Remind me, who were the villains in that story again? Maybe that would be a good topic for a Real History episode at some point.
Until then, here’s a thought experiment — one that, up until very recently in this country’s history, would’ve been extremely straightforward and uncontroversial, albeit very disturbing at the same time.
Imagine that one day you wake up from a stupor to discover that, while you were not consciously aware, you murdered all of your children. This scenario is, of course, morbidly absurd. The idea that a loving parent could one day just wake up to find out that, against their will, they’ve executed their whole family is preposterous. But this is the scenario that Clancy’s defense attorney and her legion of female groupies want us to imagine.
They insist that Clancy was indeed a good and loving mother who was driven by forces outside of her control to systematically slaughter her children. They tell us that this could happen to any of us. There is ample and conclusive evidence that this scenario didn’t actually occur. It’s clear that Clancy intentionally murdered her children. There was no psychotic stupor. But, for the sake of argument, let’s imagine that something like this kind of murderous daze were to actually happen. So put yourself, as impossible as it is, into this fictional nightmare scenario. You’ve just killed your children, through no conscious fault of your own. What do you do next?
Here are a few steps you’d immediately take without any doubt. First, you’d try to revive your children, even if it’s clearly a hopeless situation. This would be the first inevitable step for any loving parent who suddenly regained consciousness to find themselves in the middle of this kind of horrifying scene. Next, you’d call the police and explain the urgency of the situation to the 911 operator. That’s a given. And then, once you were confident that first responders were on the way, you’d either kill yourself with ten times the rage and determination that your unconscious psychotic evil self had used to kill your children, or you’d remain alive to face justice. And by “face justice,” I mean you’d beg the court to give you the harshest possible penalty.
You’d forgo a trial entirely, not only because you wouldn’t contest your guilt, but also for the sake of sparing the spouse whose life you ruined. You would not drag your spouse and your family through a long, highly publicized trial — one where your spouse would be demonized and become the target of conspiracy theories by hordes of retarded feminist TikTok zombies.
You would simply plead guilty and go to prison in shame and repentance. No loving parent would even want to go on living a normal life out in society after having done something like this. You wouldn’t fight for your freedom. You wouldn’t desire freedom at all. You wouldn’t desire anything but to crawl into the darkest hole in jail and die as quickly as possible. A loving parent, on the other side of a catastrophe like this, could not ever find joy or purpose in their life again. A loving parent would hate themselves far more than any stranger could possibly hate them, and desire to see themselves punished far more than any of us could desire it.
But Lindsay Clancy, strangely enough, did not take any of these actions after she murdered her children. On every point, she did the opposite. Around the time she was committing the homicides, she took a phone call from her husband, whom she had sent away on an errand — demonstrating, of course, that she was not out of her mind at the time. After the murders were completed, she did not call the police. She did not attempt to revive her children or contact emergency services. As the prosecutor pointed out in closing arguments, she didn’t even pick them up and put them in their beds, at least giving them some symbolic shred of dignity in death.
Instead, she left them facedown on the basement floor — this “loving mother.” Then, having strangled her three children to death in a methodical, systematic, violent and determined manner — one by one, with exercise bands that collapsed their airways and forced their eyes to bulge in their heads — Clancy suddenly became extremely tentative and apprehensive in her alleged “suicide attempt” that followed. Armed with a knife, Clancy somehow managed to cause only superficial injuries to her wrists, when she was supposedly trying to end her life. And for her grand finale, Clancy jumped out of a second-story window. Yes, a second-story window. Short of, I don’t know, shooting yourself with a Nerf gun, it would be hard to imagine a more cartoonish, ineffective, and unserious way to kill yourself.
But that’s how Lindsay Clancy attempted to leave this world — or so we’re told. Immediately after she methodically murdered her own children, applying the necessary force while she determinedly snuffed the life out of one child, the next, then the next, Clancy transformed into a bumbling idiot who simply couldn’t figure out a way to die.
And then, for several years, up to this very day, she has done everything in her power to reduce the amount of time she has to spend in prison. She hired the fanciest defense attorney money could buy and fought for her freedom. Her defense attorney said multiple times during deliberations that she was “nervous” and “scared” about the verdict. What would a loving mother be nervous or scared about? You’re only nervous or scared about a verdict if you’re hoping desperately that you won’t be found guilty. But why would a loving mother, who knows what she did, have any desperate hopes for her future at all?
Clancy’s supporters can claim she was insane when she committed the crime. That’s certainly nonsense, but none of us were there reading her mind when she did it — not that it matters. She deserves to fry no matter what was going on in her mind at the time of the murders. But we can all observe what she’s doing right now, starting with hiring a very savvy lawyer and fighting for her freedom.
These are not the actions of a loving mother who accidentally executed her entire family, even if I could accept that one might accidentally do something like that, which I don’t. If Clancy were actually a loving mother who killed her kids through no conscious fault of her own, then she would be in total despair right now, utterly indifferent to the jury verdict. If she had any hopes or plans for the future, it would just be the hope that she can find a way to kill herself in jail.
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