When Debate Dies, Society Begins Its Death Rattle

What the Assassination of Charlie Kirk Should Really Tell You

Listen. LISTEN. Can you hear it? That sound—like termites chewing through the foundation of everything we thought was solid? It happened when Charlie Kirk fell. Not metaphorically, mind you. Literally. Bullets and blood on university concrete, faces frozen in that particular shade of horror that only comes from watching society die in real-time.

But here's where the story gets interesting, where it twists like a snake eating its own tail while humming the national anthem backwards. The death itself? That's not the story. The story is what crawled out of the woodwork after. What slithered forth from the digital sewers we call social media.

They celebrated.