They Don’t Just Love Death—They Feast on It

There was a time, not all that long ago, when even the most enthusiastic child sacrifice apologists would at least pretend to mourn the “need” for the right to murder their child. “Safe, legal, and rare,” they chanted in their tailored suits and sterilized sound bites, cloaking their barbarism in a veil of necessity.

But those days are over. The masks are off. The claws are out. And the demons are dancing in the streets.

Just take a look at the hellish theater unfolding before our eyes. These aren’t women marching in mourning. They aren’t “traumatized victims” whispering through tears.

They’re gleeful. Laughing. Mocking. Proud.