Jacinda Barclay, who no one has ever heard of, has “passed away” at 29, the Herald Sun tells us.
She was apparently a big deal in the world of women’s sport, which is why no one has ever heard of her, and the
did these things:
- represented the Australian baseball team in five Women’s Baseball World Cups
- played gridiron for the Chicago Bliss in the Legends Football League
- played for GWS in the AFLW
She did all these amazing girl power feats and is now dead and lost to us, and the media today will not tell you explicitly what happened, only allude to it:
It is understood she had moved back to Perth to be with family and friends as she sought treatment for her mental health.
So she didn’t “pass away”, you pass away when you’re old and sick, hardly anybody “passes away” (because of illness) at 29. They occasionally die though.
Dead is not a setback in her girl power struggle, you can’t learn from it and grow. And the solution to whatever problems she had is not “mental health” “treatment” programs ie ie drugging, which the pouring of more hundreds of millions of dollars into is the go-to response of every government in the country, when mental health issues are not “diseases” in themselves but symptoms of much bigger problems – they don’t want to deal with those problems though because they cause half of them.
She seemed to have a death wish:
The Giants utility – who had overcome serious injury in 2010 when she broke both of her legs in a motorbike accident….
Ok, she rode a motorbike. In some countries, in Asia for example, riding a motorbike makes sense, in Australia it doesn’t, the roads are too wide, fast, and free flowing, and the car drivers are too pigheaded and can’t seem to understand that driving is a process of negotiation with other road users, plus they’re just not accustomed to dealing with bikes. In the inner suburbs it’s not so bad but the further out you go the more brutal it gets and the winds can induce sheer terror. But no young fertile woman should be doing it, because she’s carrying future generations in her belly, and to a certain extent they belong to all of us, which means she belongs to all of us.
When she wasn’t dead she said, about her oh so important “career”:
I’m loving being a role model to a lot of young females coming up and through.
She’s not a role model anymore. As misled as this girl was she was one of ours, one of our people, hopefully many still understand this despite our overlords’ attempts to destroy this sense of belonging via mass indiscriminate immigration, republicanism, Aborigine worship, and all the rest. She should already have been married with children and been embedded in a community that watched out for its own. But we’re not allowed to have that anymore, and, not just for her, but for the children she should have had, and all of us, it is so terribly sad.