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Charlie Kirk Is Dead.

 Charlie Kirk is dead. Shot, we can presume, for his radical, divisive, yet FREE, speech. A man, a husband, is dead. Children will spend their first night without a father. I will agree with many who have said "violence is never the answer"...except, this is America. Violence has a long history of being the answer here. If you truly believe that violence is never the answer, why do you tolerate it? You tolerate it every day. We allow the media to glorify it. Take a look at what you post online, in your social media; your memes and such. A lot of violence there in many forms. Violence isn't merely physical. It's often verbal, written, implied. Our so-called POTUS glorifies violence until he deems certain singular events as not worthy of violence. (he's trying to play to the room, it's that simple) When my wife told me Kirk had been shot, I recognized the name - but couldn't put a face to him. I Googled him and recognized him immediately. Just another mouthy twat of a man, raking in as much as he can by being a contrarian. He was one of the reasons the media has done everything it can to keep us all in a feedback loop for the majority of this century. Spewing hate and bullshit SELLS. If any of us had met Charlie Kirk privately - maybe at a family cookout or community picnic - would he have been the same mouthy shit he liked to portray himself as? Probably not. I have experience with these types of people. He spent his career selling a myth and a worthless bill of goods. Rather than put his energies into something positive, he chose negativity. Why? Because it SELLS. Ask yourself who makes more money - a pusher or a priest. The answer is easy. (OK, the churches might rake in the bucks, but the average preacher doesn't)

Our country is built on certain unfortunate truths. We are greedy. We are envious. We are proud. We are lustful. We are gluttonous. We are lazy. We are violent. We have the 7 deadly sins covered and wrapped in our flag. Charlie Kirk took the easy path. He clearly had the gift of gab. He just used it for the wrong things. He probably felt untouchable. He was, at least professionally, arrogant. But he also knew whose ass to kiss. Was violence the answer? I don't know. Maybe ask the parent whose child was killed in a school shooting. Maybe ask Trump why he yelled for people to "FIGHT" (a call to violence if there ever was) days before his ear magically grew back. I doubt anyone will ask if perhaps, could it be, that Charlie Kirk was shot and killed to distract us all from the seemingly never-ending demands to release the Epstein files. Would a man like Trump, known for his petty attitude and his persistent tough guy wet dreams, would he be capable and willing to unleash such a scenario? Before you ask that, ask if Putin would. Would any desperate authoritarian wannabe do such a thing? Be honest with yourself. It's not 'unbelievable'. We live in the UNITED States. Which is more important? The unity or the states? Now might be a good time to release the Epstein files. With the level of sickening melodrama I watched various newscasters display today, the files just might fly under the radar long enough for the spinmeisters to work their magic. Violence is never the answer...unless you study history. Then you realize, maybe it is. 

Matthew 26:52

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