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All her questions are like

Were you aware that on the anniversary of the incident the defendant was in a mental hospital on suicide watch and that she was playing dominos in the common room?

What’s her point? Fair to say she was doing great?

The DA might need a night or two with the grippy socks. Then she can report back if she felt like coloring or making a phone call would be indicative of her enjoying her life to the fullest.

This prosecutor is a complete mess. She seems to be trying to establish that Lindsay Clancy “got better” before the murders or that she was “doing fine?!” This is a total flop. If she was mentally better, she wouldn’t have killed the kids! Nobody who’s doing mentally well would kill their kids It just seems like nonsense to be like “you asked how she was and she said a little better? Is that correct?” Her case is so weak because she can’t establish a pattern of abuse or a malice or hatred towards the kids or her husband.

Also, when ALL of the living survivors of this tragedy believe that Lindsay was experiencing psychosis and was doing everything she could to get help, what good does it do to drag them through this brutal and horrific process. I know she has to be tried, but it’s so crazy that it’s every grieving member of this family versus this prosecutor who is using weak and unusual tactics and putting this family through more trauma with her questioning that fails to add anything to the facts of the case.

And don’t get me started on the creepy bows.

Group of 6 or so influencer types yelling their conversations and doing clear content creation bs over death cabs plans set in like the 4th row. Not teens either, like 35. I asked politely if they would mind keeping it down or going elsewhere and they spent the rest of the set laughing, recording me, glancing at me, talking shit. Shitty behavior. Everyone around you was thanking me and voicing their agreement. I actually only said something four songs in, when I saw another person behind you so frustrated they gave up and left the crowd and their friends to go watch from the field where you were not. I guess I’m glad that you at least took your dumb loud voices down a couple decibels for everyone else’s sake, but fuck, I was so excited to see them up close like that, something I’ve wanted to do since like 5th grade and instead got to deal with middle school bully behavior the whole set.

I’m sad and books aren’t working as a hobby like usual. Maybe would like to read fiction where a character is dealing with miscarriage grief.