On a more serious note, this is why every pediatric exam room at our medical clinic has a notice about the signs of post-partum depression and related problems, with the indication that these are serious conditions that need to be treated as medical emergencies. It is a significant cause of infant death, is my understanding.
Ha! Yeah! It’s the comedic details that put it over the top. I mean, the stories are unclear on whether the kid was 1-3 months old or 7 months old, but that’s hardly important. What really makes you crack a smile are the questions. How did he land? Did he smash one side of his ribcage? Did bone shards pierce into his infant lungs and liver? Or did he land on his cute li’l diapered bum and shatter his spine, hips, and legs?
Did he shit himself? Do you think he had much time to wallow, mewling in complete agony, in his own shit and blood before somebody came along? And was it the impact itself or the life-ending agony that made him evacuate his bowels?
Do you think he (assuming he was 7 months old) wondered where his mother was (y’know, the woman he had trusted and had flashed his first smile at) to comfort him through the pain, pain, and more pain?
And the way he died, never knowing anything for 24 hours except unrelenting fear and excruciating pain, while no one could really do a thing to help him, and while his parents totally did not give a shit, and while internet denizens the world over callously laughed at his death?
People laugh at things because it’s easier than internalizing pain every time something terrible happens. I’m sure explaining this to you is going to do zero good.
Personally, I find this thread hilariously wrong. I love it.
I’ve probably been a hell of a lot closer to real live dead babies than you ever have. The babies and the mothers that killed them, both.
Well, the amount of suffering incurred by the victim is obviously quite important, as well as the lack of empathy of the reading audience. In this case, hoo boy, GOLd.