I feel the unnecessary urge to mark this ironic moment in history by commenting on the death of someone I knew as “the small face guy” meme.
I honestly don’t have any sympathy for Charlie Kirk. People die everyday, the children in the school shooting that happened that very day for example. He was an instigator, and he suffered for his actions. I’m not saying it should have happened, that it was called for, or even fair. I didn’t agree with the few words I actually heard from him, but I don’t support silence via violence. All that does is create a martyr, and looking at it from a cynical perspective, a dead talking head can be more dangerous than a living one, especially when those still alive view it as the corpse of a saint.
I’m getting off tangent. If you can’t tell, I have nothing nice to say about the man. As I said, I have no sympathy. However, that being said, I do have empathy for those directly affected by his passing. I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about all this performative bullshit creating a narrative that this prophet of hate was somehow an American hero. But then I saw the picture of him with his family, and all the political bullshit haunting his death dispelled for me. It hit me that two kids and the love of his life will now experience the rest of it without him. And to put it simply, that just sucks. I legitimately wouldn’t wish any child to grow up without a parent, even those of my worst enemy. I don’t know if his partner is as insufferable as him, but my heart still aches for any loss of love.
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I feel like I could go on talking about this forever, which is really strange since I never gave this guy much of any thought before the tragedy. Maybe he really was more significant than I ever gave him credit. But instead of talking around someone who I never really knew, I’ll try to sum up my thoughts in as concise a way as possible:
No good comes from the death of Charlie Kirk.
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