26-year-old Dimone Fleming, a Bronx
mother who repeatedly stabbed her 3-year-old and 11-month-old sons and
submerged their bodies in a bathtub at a taxpayer-funded family shelter, has
been found—wait for it-- not criminally responsible and will not go to prison.
Fleming was originally charged with
first-degree murder, but Judge Audrey Stone accepted an insanity plea Monday in
Bronx Criminal Court, one likely tied to Postpartum Psychosis/Depression. Bronx
Assistant District Attorney Tiffany Wichman reportedly told the court, “Prosecuting
mothers does not and cannot prevent these crimes from happening.” That’s a lie.
Aggressively prosecuting criminals of all kinds does lead to less crime.
It shocks and saddens me to no end that
today so many people are siding with murderers over their victims, Lindsay
Clancy over her three adorable young children, all now dead. (And Hamas over
Israel, Socialism over Capitalism, Islam over Christianity, Hasan Piker and
Ibram X. Kendi over George Washington and Thomas Jefferson, the 1619 Project
over the Constitution, anarchy over order, the devil over God, projection over
accountability, entitlement over gratitude, and self-serving prevarication over
truth.)
No one is held accountable for
anything anymore (unless they are straight, white, Christian males), so
everything goes. Including societal structure and adhesion.
But, speaking of hormones, what about
men with extremely high testosterone levels? Their actions are never excused--
unless they happen to be Muslims. I know what testosterone can do, as the
treatment for my cancer has taken it all out of me. Yet, not to brag, but I have
never once wanted to harm my kids, either when I was overloaded by testosterone
in my younger years or now when I have none. Nor was I ever tempted to claim I
had “post-terminal-diagnosis depression.” This simply made me cherish whatever time
I have left with my loved ones even more. The actuarial statistics suggest I
have a 1-in-3 chance of making it for two more years. On the other hand, even
my doctors say there is almost always a slight chance that-- somehow or
someway-- I might survive for quite a few more years. I’m neither going to
expect that nor rule it out-- faith, family and humor as my sustenance.
(Hopefully, this means many more posts here…whether you guys like it or not,
lol.)
Yeah, I was lucky as a kid. When I was
ill, my mother always said something like, “I wish I could take the illness out
of you and put it in me. I hate seeing you so miserable.” Both mom and dad
would have died for my brothers and myself.
And now, incredibly, Lindsay Clancy,
the mom who murdered her 3 children, could be let off lightly by a jury of 9
women and three men. She even has a teeming throng of pink-clad females
cheering for her. If Postpartum Psychosis/Depression could cause women
(assuming we can figure out what a woman is) to murder their children, then
going forward a diagnosis of same must be grounds for removing the children
from that home. Unless we decide to fully sanction child homicide. But really,
if we have decided that abortion isn’t murder, it’s a relatively short step to end
up deciding that murder isn’t murder, either. Maybe it’s just “women’s
healthcare.”
Judgement and accountability are not
bad things. They are absolutely necessary for a functioning democratic republic—or
any society-- to long survive.
Whether we know it or not, we are in
an existential battle for the survival of our nation and its values.
As someone once said, or should have, “The
only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
Good men, the proverbial ball is in your
court.
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