#SheToo: The Lindsay Clancy Club
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The purple-haired Antifa chick with the septum piercing was only the beginning.
She's the obvious one. The low-hanging fruit. But the rot goes deeper than that.
You've got grandmas making excuses on Facebook. Midwestern wine moms, and their husbands, sympathizing with the mother who murdered her children instead of the murdered children. Yoga aunts sharing those insufferable "Be Kind" memes with the soft-focus lighting. It's not the fringe anymore. It's the mainstream.
And what are they saying?
Well, she was sleep-deprived.
That's the new defense for Lindsay Clancy, the 36-year-old Massachusetts woman who brutally murdered her three children. They've dropped the postpartum depression angle—mostly because it's nonsense. Even a survivor of postpartum depression agrees that Clancy should be held responsible. She planned the murders. Sent hubby out of the house and took her sweet time strangling three babies one by one. In a sane world, we wouldn’t call that depression. We’d call it evil.
But forget all that, they say. She was TIRED. It's HARD. Nobody's PERFECT. And look—she's paralyzed now! She jumped out the window after murdering her kids and broke her own legs. Hasn't she SUFFERED ENOUGH?
Good grief.
Mother Teresa warned us over thirty years ago at the National Prayer Breakfast. She said you'll never have peace in this world as long as you have abortion. Because if a mother can kill her own children, there's nothing people won't do.
“It is really a war against the child, a direct killing of the innocent child, murder by the mother herself. And if we accept that a mother can kill even her own child, how can we tell other people not to kill one another?”
She was right.
Remember when they told us abortion was "tragic" and "rare"? When Bill Clinton said abortions should be safe, legal, and rare? When they said nobody wants an abortion, but sometimes circumstances demand it? That lasted about five minutes.
Then it became "abortion on demand." My body, my choice. A positive good. A sacrament.
Then came the late-term bills. Abortion up until birth. And conservatives said: wait, if you can kill a baby five minutes before he's born, what's stopping you five minutes after? Five months after? Five years?
They called us crazy. Said we were slippery-slope alarmists.
Meet Lindsay Clancy. She's the slippery slope.
The same women defending Clancy are the same ones defending abortion. Same arguments. Same playbook. She was distressed. She was oppressed by the patriarchy or her husband or society or whoever we're blaming this week. She wasn't really in control. Who are you to judge? She's suffered enough.
Absolutely no accountability.
If a mother can murder her kids because of how she feels, then there is no limiting principle. I suppose there never was.
Remember #MeToo? It feels like it was only yesterday. You couldn't open Twitter without seeing some actress claiming she was traumatized by a handshake in 1987. Suddenly every man in Hollywood was a predator. Every awkward date was assault. Every failed romance was abuse.
"Believe all women," they said. Due process? That's patriarchal oppression. Evidence? That’s victim-blaming. The mere accusation was proof enough. Careers ended overnight. Reputations destroyed in 140 characters.
Bill Cosby? Erased. Louis C.K.? Disappeared. Brett Kavanaugh? They tried to destroy him over a party he might have attended in high school. In the 1980s, no less.
The standard was clear: Men are guilty until proven innocent. And even then, they're probably still guilty. The crime didn't even need to be real. The feeling was enough. If she felt uncomfortable, then he was done.
But now look at Lindsay Clancy.
She didn't just harass someone. She didn't make an inappropriate comment or touch a knee at a Christmas party. She strangled three children. Planned it. Executed it. Documented it with her own search history.
And what's the response? #SheToo.
As in: She too is a victim. She too needs our understanding. She too has suffered. She too is the real victim here.
See how that works?
We went from "believe all women" to "excuse all women" faster than you can say "toxic masculinity." The same people who wanted to string up Aziz Ansari for a bad date are now writing sympathy cards to a confessed child murderer. The same crowd that said "words are violence" when a man tells a dirty joke now says "strangling is complicated" when a woman murders her babies.
The hypocrisy is staggering. #MeToo was about holding men accountable for every sin, real or imagined, going back decades. #SheToo is about making sure women are never held accountable for anything, even murder.
They don't want equality. They want immunity.
And, unfortunately, they've got it. Clancy's got a fan club. She's got defenders in the New York Times. She's got people making TikToks in her honor, crying into their ring lights about how she is the one who needs compassion. Can you imagine if Chris Benoit had TikToks made in his honor? If people said, "Well, his wife Nancy was probably difficult to live with, and the travel schedule in the WWE is brutal"?
Of course not. Because the rules only work one way. #MeToo was never about justice. It was about power. The power to destroy any man, anytime, for any reason—or no reason at all.
Let’s discuss Chris Benoit.
He was a professional wrestler. His nickname was "The Canadian Crippler." Guy was a beast. Roided up, sure, but a phenomenal athlete. One day he strangled his wife Nancy. Then he strangled his seven-year-old son Daniel. Then he hung himself from his home gym equipment.
You remember the reaction?
There was no "Free Chris Benoit" movement. No grandpas making excuses. No TikTok trends of people pretending to strangle their families in solidarity. Nobody said, "Well, he was probably sleep-deprived from all that traveling between house shows." Nobody said, "But think of how much he SUFFERED before he died."
They called him a monster. A murderer. To this day, wrestling fans tiptoe around his name and WWE tries to erase his name altogether. Because what he did was gruesome.
The difference is that he was a man. When a man snaps and kills his family, we rightly recognize it as the evil it is. We don't ask about his mental health. We don't make excuses about his work schedule or his hormone levels or whether his wife was mean to him.
Lindsay Clancy does the same thing—worse, because she had the presence of mind to plan it—and suddenly we've got a national empathy shortage. Suddenly we need to understand her. Feel her pain. Recognize that she, too, is a victim.
She's not a victim. She's a monster. She’s a cowardly monster for attempting suicide because she couldn't face what she had done.
But the double standard is stark. A man kills his family, he's a beast. A woman kills hers, she's a "troubled soul" who needs our compassion. One gets universal condemnation. The other gets fan mail.
As men, we must resist the temptation to demonize all women. We do not need to lock up all women in asylums. Nor should we repeal the 19th Amendment. Though I know some of you are thinking it, and frankly, I get it.
But here's something we could do. Something practical.
Ban posting kids on social media.
It's mostly women doing it. That's just a fact. Turning their children into content. Farming them out for likes and validation. Using Junior as a prop for their personal brands. The kids never signed up for this. They didn't choose to be Instagram famous or TikTok celebrities. They didn't choose to have their childhoods sold to data brokers and predators.
And now look where it's led. We've got the "Lindsay Clancy Challenge" or whatever they're calling it. Women on TikTok pretending to murder their children. Then, there is some challenge where women are throwing ice cubes in their bathrooms. For clicks. For views. For solidarity with an actual child killer.
Why Moms Are Throwing Ice in the Bathroom Again (Lindsay Clancy Trial Effect)
— Off Topic Show (@OffTopicShow2) August 20, 2026
The viral ice-throwing challenge is back in a big way in 2026, and the Lindsay Clancy murder trial is the reason. After the high-profile postpartum psychosis case, tons of moms started filming… pic.twitter.com/NeaWbexOIe
This is what happens when you treat children as accessories. When you treat motherhood as content. COE. Content over everything.
No more kids on social media. You want to share photos? Buy a photo album as your grandmother did. You want to update relatives? Send a text. We do not need to turn our children into TikTok celebrities. The creeps don't need fresh material. And the rest of us don't need to watch you monetize your motherhood.
Can anyone tell me what good comes from putting your kids online? Anyone? Bueller?
Didn't think so.
Lindsay Clancy murdered three innocent children in cold blood. The women defending her—the ones making excuses, sharing "she was tired" memes, filming their own little tribute videos—are showing us exactly what Mother Teresa warned about. When a mother can kill her own, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. And nothing is too depraved to celebrate.
That's where we are now. God help us.
Written by Vincent Williams
He is a former Music Director at Windy City Underground radio, an on-air talent at Logik Radio and a board operator, sound engineer and videographer. Writing has always been an integral part of Vincent's life. He is a born-again Christian, a lifelong Chicagoland resident, a zodiac Cancer and a lover of anything mint-flavored.
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Well, Lindsay Clancy was sleep-deprived.
That's the new defense for Lindsay Clancy, the 36-year-old Massachusetts woman who brutally murdered her three children. They've dropped the postpartum depression angle—mostly because it's nonsense. In a sane world, we wouldn’t call that depression. We’d call it evil.