The more I reflect on Charlie Kirk's assassination, the more I think it represents the ultimate manifestation of the nihilistic, resentful, detached-from-reality, intellectually vapid ideology of the mental illness we call leftism.
Words actually mean something. If we can't agree on stuff that we have known for centuries, how do we even begin to engage in respectful disagreement?
Speech is never violence. Men can never be women. A Nazi actually has a specific meaning, you can't just ascribe that to anyone who disagrees with you. Not everyone who isn't a socialist is a Nazi or far-right extremist.
There's a fundamental reason I can't identify as a 89 year old Korean women. It's because (and this may sound shocking), I'm not.
Tellingly, we celebrated the death of a woman-beating drug addict career criminal and had murals painted everywhere in 2020, but nothing for a guy who entire career was built on principled debate. There were riots for GF, but there's been no such thing for CK. That says a lot.
I'm done with these people. I don't even want to engage.
Unfortunately, I can't see how things don't get a lot worse before they get better. There's no common enemy to unite Americans. Instead, it's Red v Blue.
Long term, I have so much hope for the future. But in the short-term, I'm expecting goddam chaos. Mid-terms should see DJT win by a landslide, and that could be the catalyst for more. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.
Take care of your family, tell your kids you love them everyday and make sure you spend time doing things that fulfil you. Life is short, and you never know when your time is up. We are what we consume and I have no interest in consuming content around what happens next.
Instead, I'll be looking for snakes and spending time with my family in the isolated socialist republic of Australia.
Much love