By Kim Rossi
I'm going to make this short and bitter not sweet. WE CAN NOT KILL OUR CHILDREN.
Florida mom facing murder charge after autistic son, 9, found dead, police say
This weekend a Florida mother named Patricia Ripley concocted a fakakta "believe it or not" story about her son's drowning that had more holes than a wool sweater at a moth convention. She drowned him. Not once. Twice. Twice? Yes. Ripley apparently tried to drown her son an hour earlier at a different canal but nearby residents heard yelling and rescued him. Then, Fernandez Rundle said, Ripley drove her son to another canal. Read that again. She tried to drown him. People heard yelling and rescued him.
If Alejandro had been able to speak he'd have screamed, "She's trying to kill me! Help me!" But no, he could not speak. Surely Ripley invented a story of how he fell in and she was unable to swim or some such nonsense. Otherwise, the rescuers would have CALLED THE POLICE!! They should have anyway. I wonder what they are thinking now, knowing they could have saved him after all.
Alejandro Ripley is dead. Autism. Unable to speak. Unable to defend himself from his monster of a mother. Patricia Ripley is not a victim. She's Susan Smith with PECS.
He's not going to be in "a better place." That's the bullshit used by Dr. Karen McCarron who put a plastic bag over her 3 year old's head and held her struggling body until limp and wealthy Manhattan socialite Gigi Jordan who stuffed her boy full of pills in a posh Manhattan hotel and watched him seize and foam at the mouth until dead.
Ripley blamed two black men - of course, the most stupid, racist, half assed accusation a white woman could imagine - accused them of running her off the road, demanding drugs, then kidnapping her son when she had none. And I'm the tooth fairy.
We're all stressed and often overwhelmed, especially those of us in full COVID lockdown like we are here in the NorthEast. You want to talk about stress. Oh let's do, shall we? No school. No day programs. We know from stress. ALL of us. My stress is through the roof with 3. Your stress could be worse with 1. This ISN'T a contest. Take your child to a hospital and walk away. Drop him at the police station. Hell, leave him alone in the Sesame Street aisle in WalMart where an employee will figure it out and help him.
Jesus, God in heaven. How do you drown your child? Twice.
WE CAN NOT KILL OUR CHILDREN.