Look at the crying act she hoped would work: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/LhFhFwdkIec I couldn't help but LOL when she kept wiping her dry eyes. Look at the lack of emotion at the guilty verdict - why bother with the act when it doesn't help: She wants to get rid of her child & it wasn't hot enough for a "Hot Car Death," so she simply shoots her child & blames it on her boyfriend.
Lots of this going on now, looks like the pits of hell have been opened up on the world. I watched Madilyn Soto since her disappearance Feb,26th 2024, why do I do that to myself, it is not good for us.
Yeah; not really good for us, but I'm hooked on this. And I'd rather see unpleasant reality than sweet fantasy.
I watch a lot of stuff on Investigation Discovery. I can't imagine the sheer number of murders that go on. Some people are truly evil.
Yes, and this POS who shot all three her kids, killing one & paralyzing one for life because her boyfriend said he wouldn't marry a woman with kids. Elizabeth Diane Downs is an American woman who murdered her daughter and attempted to murder her other two children near Springfield, Oregon, on May 19, 1983. Following the crimes, she made claims to police that a man had attempted to carjack her and had shot the children. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diane_Downs
I forgot about Susan's tearful please on television about "the black guy" who did it. These people walk among us.
I goes against everything we want to believe. I know a couple of retired sisters (in their 60s) raising the child of one of their daughters because the kid is in the way of her life. They are pissed at the kid's mother, and Grandma kind of ashamed at having raised a daughter like that.
Under our great new society, it seems that parents are the greatest threat to children, and children are the greatest threat to parents.
I can remember even my sainted mother saying "Go out and play in traffic!"--and we were perfect children. Traffic was hard to find in our neighborhood.
Even as a preschooler, I would get up from the breakfast table and go outside where I would stay until dark. I'd run into the kitchen for lunch that I could carry back outside. My mother seldom even called out for me; I just ran wild around the farm like a little heathen with my little beagle and my Radio Flyer wagon. Barefoot and fearless. I'm sure she must have looked outside occasionally to see if I had been abducted, but she didn't make me go in or take naps or anything.