Francis Joseph Benditt III
Francis Joseph Benditt III is a suburban Pennsylvania man best known for siring Francis Joseph Benditt IV and for stabbing his elderly boomer parents during what experts later described as a "mental health speedrun." His breakdown made headlines for turning a quiet Ridley neighborhood into a live-action episode of It's Always Sunny in Psych Wards.
Overview
Born in 1973 to Francis Joseph Benditt Jr and Patricia Ann Morris.
Dubbed by the press as a man "too old to live with his parents but too unstable to be left unsupervised," Benditt’s viral infamy peaked after muttering the quote:
>“Let’s see who they’re going to believe now”
>while sitting beside his bleeding father like it was a sitcom season finale
The event, which involved multiple knives, a failed Xanax cocktail, and full commitment to the bit, left Benditt permanently banned from fatherhood, sharp objects, and dignity.[1]
Family Legacy
Francis III is best known for providing the means to create Francis Joseph Benditt IV, also known online as Fallenchungus. There is no doubt Karmic debt from this misdeed which will follow him to reincarnation.
Here's a blog post about his son that he wrote right after getting out of jail:[2]
Thoughts About The Joy of My Life: My Son
Posted on August 10, 2020 Life is curious, rewarding and often challenging. I have advanced to the age of 47 and have become more reflective every day. But, hey, this is commonplace. What my thoughts comprise are the totality of the life experience and the lessons that may/should be derived.
My son, my only child, is now the age of 14. By cliche, time flies. But isn’t it really a matter of perception. I mean, linearly, 14 years is a pretty long time span. Being comptemplative, the blessing that God bestowed to me to be a father in this span are immeasurable.
Being a dad is automatic. It’s basically comes with the birth of your child. Being a father, a parent, is the job, the duty, the utmost responsibility that a person must embrace. Frankly, it the tough part. The part that challenges.
When my son was born, I was 33 years old. And, man, I couldn’t wait. From my son being an infant to a baby to a toddler to a little dude, being a father was very natural for me. Not sure why. It just was.
My mindset from the outset was simple and clear: Be there and love. Organically, as my son transitioned from baby to toddler, my pschye beacame what I believed was the most “fun” part of being a father: learn how your little person’s mind works……how he thought, understanding his emotions. I knew that when I did this, a lifetime connection would be established.
And that’s what I did. To the point that I could anticipate his reactions. At four and a half my son was diagnosed with Aspergers (referred to now as being on the Autistic Spectrum) in Kindergarten by the township psychiatrist. This was new to me. I dove in, learned, tried to understand how it applied to him. Once I understood the facts, I understood the diagnosis.
So, my son social reactions/interactions were quite different in school/away from home than with me. I was prepared since I had a good understanding of how his little mind worked. I made a clear plan. A schedule, visually and verbally. I put my mind two steps ahead of him. I anticipated. And it was second nature. He knew it as well.
Our relationship grew. It flourished. I got him. In return, he got me.
The balance of being a father, getting respect and being “cool”, isn’t as difficult as some would say. True, it’s a fine line. Establishing the foundation is key. I would always say to him, “Am I honest, am I truthful, am I fair?” That started a long time ago and it never faltered me and was completely applicable when he became older.
God blessed me. God blessed my son. Our relationship continued as strong as ever. A true team we became.
At this point it seems that I am one of the greatest father’s ever. I never thought that. But I did belive that I was a really good father.
Well, that is not the case. I got into trouble with the law. I got a DUI when he was 10. This was no good, however, the best thing in my mind was to tell him the truth……and I did. He took the honesty in a way I told myself, “Wow. I can’t believe how incredible he is”.
Then I really messed up. I got arrested two years later for a violent crime and spent one and a half years in jail. Away from him. His mother did not allow any communication and rightfully so. I would have done the same and agree wholeheartedly with her decision.
Fast foward. I’m out of jail. My son, Frankie IV (first time I used his name), is now 14 1/2. I was blessed by my father to move to Fort Myers, Fl. I was blessed that the Interstate Compact (for people on probation) allowed the move. I have five years of supervision ahead of me.
It has been about twenty months since I have seen/spoken to my son. I have sent letters. I have missed two of his birthdays. Who’s the really good father? Sure as hell not me.
I thought I was. But I missed the big picture. Every action that I did or do, should always have my son in mind……regardless.
I write this, well, for clarity of thought. I can’t go back, but I can go forward.
The Joy of My Life is what everything is about. I want and will be a better person/man and most importantly, father. I look forward to get a chance to prove this to him.
I love you Frankie.
Your dad,
Frank III XOXO
The Incident (this nigga thinks he's Tony Soprano)
On the morning of February 21, 2019, Benditt reportedly burst into his parents' bedroom at 4:30 AM accusing them of stealing his heart medication, wielding a knife and boomer rage. Over the next five hours, he managed to:
- Stab both parents[1]
- Stab himself
- Sit calmly next to his wounded father and deliver a monologue
- Attempt to frame his dad with the murder weapon like it was L.A. Noire
- Fail because he's a niggermonkeytard and left another knife in his back pocket
All three were taken to Crozer-Chester Medical Center with non-life-threatening injuries.
Legal Aftermath
Benditt pled “no contest” (in 2021) to two counts of aggravated assault and possessing an instrument of crime. His sentence included:
- 10–23 months in county prison (no early release)
- 5 years of county probation under mental health supervision
- A lifelong subscription to “Why therapy matters”
His defense attorney cited a potent mix of alcohol, Xanax, and “post-cardiac delirium” as mitigating factors.
Current Status
Benditt remains barred from:
- Knife ownership
- Parenting rights
- Good Sports Takes
- Access to the upstairs medicine cabinet
He now writes articles about wrestling and the decline of western civilization like a divorced dad and about how proud he is of his son (if only he knew marge rate horrifying) to a grand total of nobody on his JewTube, Xitter, and Medium.