The Cult Mom Returns
Arizona’s Not Done With Lori Vallow and Neither Are We!
The Hitman in the Jeep
Lori Vallow Daybell is already serving five life sentences in Idaho. No parole. No deals. No coming back. She was convicted of murdering her children Tylee and JJ, and helping Chad Daybell cover up the murder of his wife, Tammy. She is not misunderstood. She is not mentally ill. She is not a grieving mother who lost her way. She is a calculated killer who used scripture as a smokescreen. It's very annoying. It gives all of us who believe, a bad rap.
But Arizona isn’t done with her.
She’s back in court again. This is her second criminal trial in the state. The first ended with a conviction for conspiring to murder her husband, Charles Vallow. The same brother who shot Charles dead in her living room is the same one prosecutors say tried to kill again.
This time the target lived. Brandon Boudreaux. Her niece’s ex-husband. A Mormon father who saw the mask slip early and tried to warn people. For that, he became the next dark spirit. The next zombie. The next enemy of light.
In October 2019, ‘someone’ in a Jeep rolled up to Brandon’s house and opened fire. A single bullet tore through the back window of his Tesla. Missed his head by less than a foot. Imagine.
The shooter didn’t stick around. No license plate. No words. Just glass and silence. But the Jeep was registered to Charles Vallow. And Tylee had driven it. And Lori still had it. And Alex Cox had access to it.
So many thoughts! So many questions!
Investigators traced the Jeep back to Lori’s driveway. They found it just days after the shooting. Surveillance footage showed it casing Brandon’s street. Cell tower data placed Alex at the scene.
Creepy, right?! This wasn’t paranoia. This was pattern. Anyone Lori marked as “dark” either ended up buried, cremated, or nearly dead in a driveway.
I'm not kidding. Listen guys, I know it sounds like a joke. Like some Lifetime movie written by a schizophrenic and edited by God. But in all seriousness, this woman is batshit. She is dangerous. And the fact that she’s still getting press coverage like she’s some misunderstood cult Barbie tells you everything about how far gone we are.
As I write about her. haha.
This isn’t religion. It’s ritualized murder. And Lori? She’s still smiling. That creepy ass smile like the end times have a green room.
Brandon Takes the Stand
Brandon Boudreaux stepped up to the witness stand like a man who had already died once and lived to piss off the people who tried to bury him. It. Was. Awesome. He wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t need to be. The facts were enough. The body cam footage of him saying he thought it could be his ex’s family. Loris family.
He looked calm, but the way his fingers tapped the edge of the microphone told the room he hadn’t forgotten a single detail. He wasn’t up there to speculate. He was up there to testify. To stare down the woman who put him on a kill list and smile back from the other side of the barrel.
“I was pulling into my driveway,” he said. “And I saw a Jeep parked nearby. The same Jeep my niece used to drive. The same one Charles Vallow owned before he was killed.”
When the news first broke a couple years ago, I was all, wait a minute, here?! The same Jeep Wrangler was registered to Charles Vallow? Lori’s fourth husband. But it had become Tylee’s car? That green Jeep?!
Sure enough, I found out. She drove it to school. Friends saw her in it. The same vehicle Brandon saw that morning was the same one her daughter drove. Before she was buried in Chad Daybell’s backyard.
Then it all clicked for me. Alex was definitely up to no good on Lori’s behalf. Not the first time he killed for his sister. Just sayn….
“I heard a loud bang. My rear window exploded. I ducked. Someone had fired a shot at me.” The bullet tore through the glass. Brandon’s Tesla, the one with the dope ass back seat doors that open like a spaceship, was left dripping with shattered safety film. His adrenaline spiked. And so did mine listening to him! He thought about his kids. He thought about the fact that if he had leaned just one inch to the left, he wouldn’t be standing here now. He told the jury all of it.
“There was no plate on the vehicle. The windows were blacked out. I knew it wasn’t random. I knew it was a hit.”
A hit. I've never seen the sopranos. So, feel free to insert your own cool mafia quote here.
The prosecution zoomed in. They showed stills from the surveillance footage. The Jeep casing his street two days before the shooting. The Jeep circling again the morning of. The exact model. Same wheel size. Same tire wear. The same Jeep found at Lori’s residence in Rexburg days later.
The state put the weapon on the screen too. A .45 caliber. The same caliber used to kill Charles Vallow. The casing pattern matched. The trajectory matched. The M.O. matched. The only thing different was that this time? The target survived.
I love how she just got Alex to kill or attempt to kill, her close family because they too, thought she was batshit.
“Alex Cox had access to the Jeep. He had access to the gun. He was Lori’s hammer. She pointed. He struck.”
Then the testimony got colder.
“I believe Lori Vallow was behind it,” Brandon said. “She thought I was dark. She thought I was a threat. She believed people could be possessed by evil spirits,” he continued. “She thought Charles was a zombie. She thought her kids were zombies. She thought I was next.”
*Cue Walking Dead credit intro music.*
When the prosecutor asked him why he thought he was targeted, Brandon leaned into the mic. “Because I knew something was wrong. Because I started asking questions. Because I didn’t fall in line.”
Cold Chills, guys!
That’s when you could feel the jury shift. Someone in the second row leaned forward. One of the alternates scribbled something fast. Lori didn’t move. She just stared, head tilted, like she was analyzing what life on the other planet she talked about, would be like. It was strange.
And then came the line that sealed the gallery.
“I shouldn’t be here right now,” Brandon said. “But the shooter missed. That’s the only reason I’m alive.” He just laid it out. Like a man forced to testify because the system took too long to believe the devil existed in a minivan.
And sitting across from him? Lori. Fresh blowout. Clean blazer. Like she was at a book signing and not the second trial for attempted murder in a six-month span. Like, what inmate is blowing her hair out?! I need deets.
Lori isn’t looking for justice. She is waiting for her evelation.
Too bad for her the jury and everyone else on the planet, believes Brandon. Not her crazy zombie ways.
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The Evidence Trail
Lori Vallow Daybell didn’t leave a smoking gun. She left a breadcrumb trail of cell towers, surveillance, and stupidity. The state of Arizona didn’t need visions. They had Verizon.
Isn't it funny how some women think that they are so smart that they are going to get away with whatever insane plan they have? In this day and age no one's getting away with murdering anyone. Unless you live in Florida. If you know you know.
Let’s start with the Jeep though. It was the same olive green Wrangler Brandon saw outside his house the morning he was shot at. Even though it looks gray to me…No plate. Tinted windows. One bullet through the back window of his Tesla. One near-death experience courtesy of the Vallow family values.
Investigators located that Jeep at Lori’s new apartment complex in Rexburg, Idaho. Hmmm, not a coincidence or anything. Not two weeks later. Not tucked in a garage. Just parked like it hadn’t just been part of a failed hit. DMV records said it belonged to Charles Vallow. But everyone knew it was Tylee’s car. Except for me, I guess. She drove it when she was alive as mentioned above. Now it was being used to hunt her mother’s enemies.
Alex Cox’s phone records showed him near Brandon’s house at the exact time of the shooting. Then it pinged near Lori’s place shortly after. That is not a coincidence. That is a handoff.
Prosecutors showed Alex had been visiting a local shooting range in the weeks leading up to the attempt. Practicing. Tightening his grouping. Preparing for something no one was supposed to survive.
And then came the texts. Idiots. People always leaving a digital footprint.
Lori to Alex:
“Thank you for standing by me.”
“You always come through.”
“I appreciate your loyalty.”
*Police Body Cam Footage of Brandon explaining the shooting. How he thought it was his ex wives family.*
She wasn’t asking for help. She was closing a deal. This wasn’t love. It was contract killing, spiritually outsourced.
Surveillance footage showed the Jeep circling Brandon’s neighborhood. Calm. Repetitive. That wasn’t panic. That was planning. Lori didn’t need to be behind the wheel. She was behind the belief system. And she would make Alex believe. One way or another.
When police found the Jeep, it had been wiped. No license plates. No paperwork. No traceable fingerprints. Just absence. Just what Lori had always demanded from the people she deemed dark. SUS! Clearly they've watched a lot of Dateline.
Alex Cox died two months later. Bathroom floor. Blood clots. No thorough autopsy. No last-minute confession. He died before the truth could catch up to him.
I wonder why?
Alex also died days before Tammy Daybell's body was to be exhumed for testing. Yeah…
But what stayed was the pattern. The pings. The weapon. The Jeep. The theology. The doctrine that said if Lori labeled you dark, your days were numbered and someone would show up to collect. Mostly likely, Alex, her now dead, brother.
Brandon wasn’t an outlier. He was just the first one who lived.
And he knows it. You could hear it in his voice. The way he looked at Lori. The way he looked past her. Like he still checks his rearview mirror in every parking lot. Like he knows that living through it doesn’t mean it’s over.
Kinda like Cassie….
The Doctrine of Death
I sat through this part of the trial trying to make sense of how we got here. How a woman could sit in court smiling while investigators described her children’s remains. How she could still call herself a mother after suffocating her son and setting her daughter on fire. This wasn’t delusion. It was doctrine. Lori Vallow Daybell didn’t just believe in God. She believed God gave her clearance to kill.
*Video footage of Lori and Chads storage unit.*
She said people were either light or dark. Saved or hijacked. Some were zombies. Their spirits had left. Demons had taken over. That’s what she told her inner circle. That’s what she preached to anyone who questioned her. Once you were labeled a zombie? You didn’t count anymore. You were a shell. Lori didn’t love zombies. She eliminated them.
To be that mentally gone also that you think your children are these beings that you need to kill? I don't know. I can't comprehend it.
Her niece, Melani Pawlowski, took the stand and walked the jury straight into the madness. She said Lori told her Charles had “a demon inside him” and that “he wasn’t Charles anymore.” Lori called him “Ned Schneider.” There's actually a wild video on YouTube that you can find of Charles explaining how insane Lori had gotten and how he was worried for his children. She said his real spirit had left and been replaced. Melani said she believed her. At first.
Again, I have to question, what religion would make you want to kill your own family members? I mean yes we can go back into the old testimony. But if you believe in that then you have to believe that Jesus died for your sins which is the new testimony, which throws all of the old testimony out, in regards to how you should be treating others. Even your family. Sooo…
Melani testified that Lori claimed JJ was possessed too. That he was no longer her son. That he had turned dark. That he would soon be gone. “She said JJ was a zombie. She said he’d become dark and needed to be dealt with.” And when Melani asked what “dealt with” meant, Lori didn’t say anything. She just looked calm. Peaceful.
She told Melani that “the spirit leaves the body” and that “death is just a transition.” She said those who were dark had to go before the second coming. They were interfering with the mission.
Melani said she began to feel “confused and scared.” But she didn’t leave right away. She stayed in that circle long enough to watch other people disappear. Long enough to see Brandon, her ex-husband, get labeled dark too. And then someone tried to shoot him.
Melani said she “started putting the pieces together.” That the charts. The visions. The zombie labels. They weren’t just spiritual talk. They were warnings.
Investigators later found the documents. Real ones. Spreadsheets ranking people by light percentage. Statuses like “possessed,” “translated,” “multiple probations.” Chad Daybell made them. Lori used them. Alex Cox acted on them. This was a system. A theology with an execution schedule.
Charles was marked dark. Shot in Lori’s living room. Tylee was dark. Dismembered and burned. JJ was a zombie. Duct taped and buried in red pajamas. Brandon was dark. Missed by inches. That’s the only reason he’s alive to testify.
And then came the 144,000.
Lori and Chad believed they were among the chosen few in the final days. They weren’t just saved. They were leaders. Prophets. Assigned by God to cleanse the world. Chad told Lori she had been a goddess in other lifetimes. That she was sealed to him spiritually. That they had been married before in ancient times. And Lori ate it up.
They created lists. Held private anointings. Told people God was speaking through them. And when someone went missing, they said that person had already spiritually died. That their body was just catching up.
This wasn’t mysticism. This was filtered genocide with PowerPoint slides.
And what kind of mother signs off on that? What kind of mother writes “JJ is dark” and then hugs him goodnight for the last time? What kind of mother believes God wants her daughter burned?
People keep calling this mental illness. Like it was a break. A snap. No. This was sustained. Structured. Reinforced. Lori didn’t hear voices. She made a doctrine. She created a kill list and called it divine.
This wasn’t faith. It was spiritual narcissism wrapped in scripture.
And the only reason she’s on trial is because someone finally lived long enough to speak.
The Trial of the Living God
Lori Vallow Daybell walked into her Arizona trial like she was still on a mission. Like the courtroom was just another step in a divine itinerary. She wore that same frozen smile. That pageant queen posture. Like if she stood tall enough, smiled gently enough, maybe the jury would forget there were bodies behind every page of her scripture.
They didn’t. They saw what she was.
The prosecution walked the jury through it. The Jeep. The texts. The cell pings. Brandon’s testimony. The ideology. The timeline. Every step aligned. Every piece fit. This was not chaos. This was structure. This was planning.
Lori was charged with conspiracy to commit murder. When the verdict came down, guilty?She barely reacted. No tears. No collapse. Just stillness. Like the conviction was beneath her. Like she was being judged by a lesser court. Like she was waiting for her real trial in heaven. In typical LVD fashion.
She represented herself. Told the court she was misunderstood. Quoted the Bible. Called herself a good mother. Said she was doing what God asked. She told the jury she was being attacked for her beliefs. She never mentioned the dead by name.
But the jury saw through her. They saw a woman who sorted souls like files. Who pointed fingers and whispered prophecy. Who smiled while her children were killed. Who never showed regret. Not once.
One juror cried during closing arguments. Not for Lori. For the kids. For JJ taped and buried. For Tylee in the fire pit. For Charles. For Brandon’s near miss. For the silence. For the spreadsheet. For the people no one could save.
Lori was not on trial for her faith. She was on trial for what she did with it.
And what she did was create a world where God wanted her enemies dead and her hands clean.
The jury did not see a prophet. They saw a planner. They saw someone who killed with logic. With bullet points. With justifications. With peace in her voice and blood in her wake.
This was not the trial of a grieving mother. This was the trial of a woman who thought God made her untouchable. And the verdict was the one thing she could not recode. Guilty.
Bonus: What Comes Next
Lori Vallow Daybell is still in court.
She was convicted in April for conspiring to murder Charles Vallow. She has not been sentenced yet. Because now she’s on trial again. This time for Brandon Boudreaux. The one who lived. The one who testified.
Arizona split the charges. Two trials. One for each man she tried to erase.
She is representing herself again. Still quoting scripture. Still calling herself a mother. Still pretending this is a spiritual misunderstanding and not a homicide seminar with footnotes.
If this jury convicts her again, she faces another life sentence. Then Arizona will finally sentence her for Charles too.
She wanted to be remembered. Now she will be. Cell by cell. Trial by trial. Buried alive. One conviction at a time.
Holy crap! Charles Vallow was my father in laws best friend growing up. My sister in laws parrain! That lady is a demon herself. Hope you keep us updated on this case as it goes.
Her last hurrah…thank heavens.