Judy Allard bares the dirty laundry of her angry mind, publishes public, scathing condemnations of her own sons by making negative camparrisons to the worst aspects of society and then is shocked to have hundreds if not thousands of people come to the aid of her children rather than heap praise onto her. Her essays are the hyperpolitical version of an angry fishwife decrying her boys as being ‘Just like your father!’ but shrieked onto the internet for all the world to see. Sidestepping societies concerns that she may have gone too far in airing personal, medical information about her son who suffers from depression thereby contributing to his suffering she offers a martyred facade crying ‘poor me, I just wanted to educate society of the evils of the world’.
This is not education, it is a mantra of anger, of political conspiracy and naked hyperbole. Lumping huge swathes of mankind, for it is men she attacks through her own sons, she looks for attention, pity and some imaginary sisterhood to rally behind her and burn personal enemies in effigy on the pages of the internet. Rather than stand as a Leftist Joan of Arc and lead a new army of righteosuness Judy stands as an angry, bitter woman who directs her scorn on her own progeny as a stand in for personal demons.
Speaking as a parent and Registered Nurse I find great concern in repeated, public cries for attention. Finding fame and empowerment through the attention brought about by inflicting suffering on her children brings to mind Munchausen by Proxy.