Plimothtoday-Oh, absolutely. Because nothing screams “rational, high-functioning civic society” quite like turning a deeply horrifying tragedy into a grassroots fan club for someone accused of wiping out her entire household.
Let’s all take a moment to applaud the breathtaking depth of modern empathy. Forget the victims, forget basic logic, and forget the very concept of a violent crime; the real priority here is making sure that a woman accused of a triple homicide gets her own cheering section, complete with handmade signs, solemn vigils, and an army of armchair psychologists on the internet ready to hand out immediate moral absolution. It is genuinely heartwarming to watch everyday citizens bend over backward, performing psychological gymnastics worthy of an Olympic gold medal, just to convince themselves that committing the unthinkable is just a minor lapse in healthcare management.
After all, what is a devastating loss of innocent young lives compared to the profound inconvenience of holding an adult accountable for their actions? Why focus on the grim reality of what actually happened when you can project your own therapeutic buzzwords onto a horrific news cycle and cosplay as a civil rights crusader for a baby killer? It’s truly inspiring stuff.
Clearly, the absolute greatest crisis facing our modern world isn’t violence, tragedy, or the absolute breakdown of basic human protective instincts. No, the real epidemic is that we just aren’t handing out enough participation trophies, public relations campaigns, and emotional get-out-of-jail-free cards to people who commit unspeakable atrocities. Because if you read enough self-important think-pieces on social media, you quickly realize that nothing says “progressive enlightenment” quite like deciding that a murderer is actually the most oppressed person in the room.
Peak humanity, truly. Let’s make sure we order custom t-shirts and a marching band for the next court date, because nothing honors the memories of helpless children better than a bunch of strangers lining up to romanticize the person who took them away. Bravo to everyone involved; you’ve truly redefined how low the bar can go.
