Word up: having a ‘trans’ child is so 2025. The must-have fashion accessory for the ideologically fashion-conscious ‘progressive’ middle-class woman in 2026 is a murdered child. Preferably several of them. Just remember to play the ‘mental health’ card. Because, if there’s one thing feminists apparently want us to know, it’s that women are so unstable that they’re less in control of themselves than the children they murder for kicks.
Copycat killings have been documented since at least the 18th century, when a rash of young men committed suicide in imitation of the protagonist of Goethe’s The Sorrows of Young Werther. A century later, the Jack the Ripper case, which included several genuine bragging letters from the killer, precipitated hundreds of fake confessions and letters claiming to be from the Ripper. Interestingly, many of the hoax letters were traced to respectable, middle-class women.
But at least the Werther copycats only killed themselves and the Ripper hoaxers simply got their vicarious jollies from writing fake confessions.
Today’s female copycats are imitating their ‘feminist hero’ in the worst possible way. Since the Lindsay Clancy case became a cause celebre for ‘progressive’ women who want to extend their obsession with abortion several years post-birth, there has been a rash of similar murders. Including one by a woman allegedly “very invested” in the Clancy case. All follow the same modus operandi: carefully planned and executed (literally), followed by a plea of ‘post-natal depression’ as an excuse for why they should be let off.
Australia, as it turns out, is not immune to this outbreak of calculated feminist murderousness.
The Blue Mountains, as it happens, is prime “Same, Lindsay” territory: middle-class, overwhelmingly white, majority female, white-collar, university-credentialed and conspicuously irreligious. Exactly the sort of place where “lived experience” and “mental health” have replaced law and common sense, and where a mother’s feelings about her children are treated as more compelling than her children’s right to keep breathing.
Now consider the timing. Days before walkers found a five-year-old boy dead and his two younger siblings being stabbed in a parked car at Valley Heights, the NSW Supreme Court had already demonstrated what the Blue Mountains thinks of maternal infanticide. Another local mother who stabbed her sons, aged nine and 11, in 2024, was let off under a special verdict:
“Act proven but not criminally responsible.”
Justice Richard Cavanagh accepted the psychiatric consensus of the case, ruling that:
The accused did not know that her actions in killing her children were wrong, even though she knew the nature and quality of the acts that she was undertaking.
Square that, if you can: she knew exactly what she was doing, but didn’t know it was wrong? And that was that: a woman who killed two boys in their home is not a criminal but a patient, to be released whenever the Mental Health Review Tribunal decides she is no longer a danger, which is to say, faster than a ‘teen’ with a machete gets bailed in Victoria.
Message received: infanticide is a symptom, not a crime. So when another Blue Mountains mother (allegedly a Kenyan, in a rare outburst of diversity in an area that’s 94 per cent white) allegedly stabbed her three children, killing one and leaving two under five fighting for their lives, then turning the knife on herself, the script was already written. Deputy Commissioner Peter McKenna, less than a day in, offered this:
“I’m not aware of any motive of any incident as to why this occurred.”
No motive. Naturally. There never is, until the defence manufactures one.
In Melbourne, the boat-ramp mother showed what ‘no motive’ looks like in practice. She is accused of trying to drown her eldest son in the bath while her husband ran errands. The boy pleading during the struggle: “Why are you doing this?”
She then allegedly drove all three children to a boat ramp, locked the doors and floored it into the water. To police she offered:
“It was just an accident. It’s just slippy.”
Yet, when her daughter escaped the flooding car, the woman jumped onto her back and shoved her under again. When the girl managed to shove her off, the mother ordered her back into the car.
The accused mother later told investigators she didn’t feel mentally fit to be interviewed.
Detectives later found internet searches on the woman’s phone about hurting children, the court heard.
Text messages were also found that said: “I want to put the baby for adoption”, and “I know you think I have postnatal depression.”
That is not madness. That is method: the lying, the premeditation, the research... Postnatal depression does not teach a woman to Google ways to hurt children, or to lie at the water’s edge. It is a shield and the courts keep holding it up.
Meanwhile officialdom wrings its hands.
Domestic Violence Commissioner Micaela Cronin described the incidents at the weekend as “deeply shocking and distressing”.
And Minister for Women Katy Gallagher assured us there is:
“No easy solution.”
There is one and it is called consequences. But consequences are for other people, usually men. Not privileged women from the white collar, university-educated, irreligious middle-class.
