The Blood Spilled by the Left Continues to Cry Out from the Ground

I sit here, mid-October, watching the leaves fall like tiny funerals, each one descending in silence to remind us that death still reigns over this cursed world. Yesterday, the verdict came down. Bionca Ellis—the smirking butcher of three-year-old Julian Wood—guilty.

A little child, slaughtered in a grocery store aisle, as if life itself had no meaning, by a raging lunatic whose hatred for white is fueled by the normalized common rhetoric of the left.

But this isn’t just one act of madness. It’s a symptom of something far sicker—the open wound of a nation that has forgotten God.

Ellis’s knife didn’t merely pierce the flesh of a young child. It cut through whatever thin veil of innocence we had left. Her grin in court—not sorrow, but satisfaction—was the sneer of evil emboldened.

She laughed, not just at the family she destroyed, but at the entire culture that birthed her. A society too cowardly to call wickedness what it is, too self-righteous to see its own blood-stained hands. And all I could think while watching her is, “I hope she gets the chair.”

Her crime wasn’t random, despite what they say. It was a calculated strike, a ritual in the left’s war to exterminate “whiteness.” Ellis’s knife was no stray blade—it was wielded by a hatred the left has nursed, a venomous rhetoric that paints white skin as the ultimate sin.