I had heard of Charlie Kirk.
That’s about it.
Now I hear of nothing else.
So, thanks for that, to the asshole that killed him, elevating the bloody corpse of a right-wing provocateur light-years beyond any merit he accrued while still walking the earth.
I am opposed on general principle to shooting mouthy nuisances, in part because I have been one myself and may be one again. I may be one right now, depending upon your point of view.
So, please: Don’t shoot. If only because should you miss I may very well shoot back. And then where will we be? I may be a mouthy nuisance, but so many of us are, and ammo and lawyers and bail bondsmen and prisons and funerals are time-consuming and expensive.
Plus every good cult (and the bad ones, too) loves a martyr. The right stiff puts the pinheads in the pews and their pennies in the plate. These Elmer Gantrys don’t need a new angle — they’re doing just fine hawking Genuine Pieces of the One True (Double) Cross to the rubes.
So, instead of potting someone from a rooftop, why not turn up to debate with them? Append a nasty comment to the video! Make a plausible fart noise with one palm tucked in an armpit! Whatever blows your skirt up. Or your kilt. Crotchless panties, tactical boxers, fuck, I dunno, Christ, everybody’s so fucking sensitive these days,
Whatever you wear, or don’t — musn’t forget the nudists! Naturists! Jesus! — keep the Colt in its holster. Or better yet, at home, in the gun safe. Arm yourself with words.
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Spot on, Comrade. The Innertubes are full of shit today. And yesterday just proved that nothing good comes of assassinations. Charlie Kirk may have been a pain in the ass, but his ghost will be more powerful than the gentleman himself.
Even the language is inflammatory. Loudmouths who can command $50,000 to $100,000 a pop for talking shit from a carnival tent get “assassinated.” People who get shot for speeding through a neighborhood are “murdered” (second degree).
Only one achieves MAGA sainthood.
What remains of the press may get around to checking the hem of his garment for stains, eventually. I’m not optimistic. Especially if a suspect is taken alive. Holy hell, will we ever be off to the races then. Unless the shooter proves to be a Red Cap who thought Charlie was singing from the wrong page in the MAGA hymnal.
Thank you for this. While I disagreed, strongly, with everything I read or heard of his, I’m disgusted with the “poetic justice” comments as well.
We’ve all been there, yeah? Well, I have, anyway. I think, “Man, we could take that ol’ express lane out of Crazytown if only someone would just go all like (makes pantomime pistol of index finger and thumb) ‘pow pow pow pow pow.’ …”
But you can’t kill a bad idea. Not like that, anyway. All this shooter did was croak a barker for one of the worst clown acts ever.
We live in a house of pain.
Well, the good news is, the cost of hiring private security just went up. Now there’s a profession with a future.
Reminds me of the comment that Dr. Glaucomflecken made after Luigi Manione luigi’d that United Health exec. To paraphrase: “Two things can be true at the same time. Murder is wrong, and Charlie Kirk was a despicable piece of shit.”
Yup. My health-care costs didn’t drop a nickel after that act of revolutionary … uh … whatever.
I’m reminded of a line from “Unforgiven,” the Clint Eastwood flick.
Exactly right. Horrible person. I feel sorry for his children but…
In times like these, I’m reminded of what Betty Davis supposedly said of Joan Crawford:
They say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. She’s dead. Good.
Well done Patrick. This post must have been a tough one to construct. The intertubes, meaning all social media including YouTube, have become digital septic tanks. Assholes talking shit until the tank needs pumping out. A gun, as you say, is the wrong tool for that job.
“ Violence, no matter how well intentioned, always rebounds onto oneself.” Lao Tsu was right. That would make a good baseball cap, heh?
Yeah … I really don’t have to sound off on stuff like this. I’m not getting paid to act the fool, so I get to do pretty much whatever I want.
Well, as it turns out the thing I wanted to do was to note that killing the barker doesn’t cancel the carnival. The show must go on, as the fella says. Until enough people come together to say with authority, “Hey, we’re not zoned for fascism here. Shut that shit down.”
The NYT suggests that the suspect may not have voted in the last pestilential erection. No judgment here, but … wouldn’t it be prudent to sample politics with the training wheels on by casting a ballot before you head straight to the fast lane and start capping people? I mean, shit, I’ve been voting since 1972 and haven’t come close to getting what I want, but I’m not on a rooftop with a Mauser watching a mouth for hire through the old Leupold VX-6HD.
“Don’t shoot, I’m only the barker. …” A clown “barker” hustling customers for a strip club on Broadway in San Francisco’s North Beach (1950) Photo by Fred Lyon.
It so happens that I mourn the fact that Kirk is gone. One must remember that if someone had shot an Austrian corporal in the 20’s, thirty million people would not have perished from 1939 to 1945. Does anyone here remember WWII? Charlie Kirk had all the makings of another demagogue and a rude awakening is what comes around when you poke the bear.
After 11 miles of gravel road on the Soma mixte, these thoughts kept coming over and over. Sorry….
While I agree with POG that no one should be shot for lipping off, I can certainly see why it will happen again. The whole Jan 6th thing left many people feeling helpless and hopeless. The Republican message today is clear “Might makes Right”. So if you physically take the law into your own hands, expect a pardon as long as you espouse MAGA crap. Not to mention all the other white collar criminals tRump pardoned. HOW do you counter that? You pick up a firearm and figure “what the hell…all is lost anyway”. It’s inevitable as long as the courts, police, military seem delighted to take one freedom after another from us. Sigh….there will be blood…just as the movie title warned.
And…I agree too with Mr. Levy. From here on, I will NOT refer to tRumps band of deplorables as either Republicans, Conservatives, Right Wing, DipShits, or GOP. They are indeed acting exactly like Nazis. And so they shall be branded. Oh my but it hurts their feelings! To use their own words “get over it!”
Did you get rid of that Brooks saddle on the SOMA Mixte? Eleven miles of gravel road on a Brooks saddle would make me wanna shoot myself. Are your sensitive bits all black and blue? Keeping the domestic peace is all good, but I think it’s been long enough to get a new saddle.
Anybody try the Brooks Cambium? I’m kind of interested in the 15, but the price is a little steep for experimentation when I know a Selle Italia Flite will do just fine.
I’ve got the Cambium and after a few rides it too is on the workshop shelf. Fekker is hard as a rock and showed zero signs of breaking in and instead, threatened to do to me what POB alluded to in terms of colors you don’t want to see in your netherlands. Maybe on a drop bar bike with a longish top tube it would be tolerable but I’m mostly riding upright and semi-sober these days.
POB – rest easy as the Brooks is on a shelf in the workshop bathed in Brook’s wax. I might send you a picture of it resting so you can sleep better. The replacement saddle is a no-name of sorts and was supposed to be just a stand in but it does the job.
That last sentence describes what most of my bosses thought about me.
The Brooks being on the shelf puts the world right again. I wish it was that easy.
BITD…Fujita had a Brooks Pro clone. Actually thicker leather and better workmanship. A guy I worked with at the bike shop got one on his new Fuji and we told him our shortcut to break-in was to oil up the underside real good, put on a cookie sheet and put in the oven at the lowest temp which back then was 150 or thereabouts. Soften it a tad so break-in could commence quicker. Instead he put oven at “medium” which we guess was 350. Forgot and left it overnight. Came out like a shrunken head, horrible to see. We hung it on the shop service wall of course and chipped in and bought him another. The other trick was we used was two matching, smooth, flatish oval rocks that we called “the butt-bone brothers” that you could strap to the top of the leather saddle with butchers twine and then do the oven trick. IF you were lucky, you’d now pull out a Brooks that was ready for some miles and had a bit of give. If you made the pockets too DEEP you’d leave a ridge like spine between them and I’ll let POB think that over.
“Came out like a shrunken head, horrible to see.” Bwah ha ha. Some dishes not even salsa can save.
The late, great Mike Deme of Adventure Cyclist fame once gave me a Selle Anatomica NSX Series Watershed Black. I never put it on a bike because that bad boy is harder than times in ’29. Has a couple holes up top that I guess are for bleeding through. Makes a Brooks look like your mama’s lap.
I should have a go at it for the sake of science, but I took my bachelor’s degree in the liberal arts.