Something about this young man’s demise has rattled me. Yes, anyone who saw it, anyone with an in-tact soul and morally healthy heart, looked on that terrible moment when bullet met flesh with deep horror, but I mean something more than the visceral. Something profound has happened within me. Something spiritual.
Charlie Kirk has been made a martyr, not merely to a cause but to God, and I’m shaken to my core over it, lapsed Catholic that I am. I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m at sixes and sevens with what happened to Charlie and with a few other things that have arisen these last ten days which have added to my sense of wholesale disregulation and gyroscopic imbalance.
It surely doesn’t help that I’ve been looking at my X feed in absolute disbelief. No doubt you too have seen the flood of lefties celebrating his murder, celebrating this grotesque assassination of a good and gentle man, a husband, a father.
Without clicking the link to the last one, you can’t read the full text of the images, so here’s what just one of them says: “Charlie Kirk is boiling in a pot his own feces in the depths of HELL. He had the day he deserved. Hail Satin (sic). Thoughts and prayers”
There are dozens, thousands more like these, many much, much worse. One doesn’t even have to be well acquainted with Charlie’s work to feel it, to be viscerally repulsed at the fetid gusher of man’s inhumanity to man, to this man. How can any decent person, religious or not, not feel it? The rush of evil? And not recoil? It feels like a low-grade poison, like I’ve been exposed to some kind of environmental toxin and need to get to a special decontaminating shower. I have this constant, ever-present, low-voltage impulse to just look away, even run away.
But there’s no escaping it, other than unplugging completely, and I’m not going to do that. I will not be a witness to this moment in history with blinders on. There’s too much going on, too much at stake to merely… exist in it. I’ve got to see it, feel it, experience it, and write about it. The writing is as much for me as it is for you who reads it, for what it’s worth, as I am certain I am not the only one feeling this way.
One of the things we do as a people is look to our leaders in a time of national crisis. Once again, Republicans have been found wanting. And this, too, has added to my deep sense of disregulation.
What did Ilhan Omar say that deserved censure? Here’s part of it. (You can read more about what she had to say here.)
In short, Ms. Omar parroted false and defamatory left-wing tropes which had the effect of justifying what happened to Charlie, as if to say, ‘He said ABC and XYZ so naturally someone was going to take a shot at him.’ She may as well have dusted off “Some people did something…”. Ms. Omar has a way of excusing the perpetrator of the violence while imbuing the victim with some of the blame. It reminds me of Susan Rice and her “inflammatory video” claim about the attack at Benghazi more than a decade ago which as much as said ‘Well those poor Islamists couldn’t help themselves… If only those ugly western infidels didn’t disrespect Allah none of this would have happened…’ Same vibe.
And our garbage Republican legislators couldn’t manage a simple censure vote for Omar.
FYI: Writer and X-poster Julie Borowski curated the most popular misinformation tropes whipping around left-wing social media about Charlie Kirk and included the full context of them here, here, here, and here, if you’d like to tag them as a quick reference guide to how catastrophically wrong Ilhan Omar and her fellow travelers are about this eminently decent man.
So a good and Godly man has been gunned down. Iryna Zarutska’s murderer is being treated with kid gloves. And our Republican leaders have, as usual, let us down.
This is when a better person than I am would pray, and pray earnestly. I’m dizzy from all of this and should I fall to my knees I’m not sure I could find my way up again. I feel too disoriented to pray. I don’t even know what to pray for. It seems everywhere I look I see evil or God and no in-between. The world seems to be divided in two in a way I’ve never seen it before. Dark and light. No shades of gray. There are no shadows about. Only blackness and blinding light and the dividing line is clear and solid. I don’t know where to go or where to turn and I’m at a loss.
Please pray for us, for I do not know how, merely that it’s earnestly needed.