Leftist Lies and Ruined Lives

Let’s review his life from here on out because it’s essentially over. In Utah, they shoot murderers. The federal government snuffs killers, too. The Trump administration will push for a very rapid date with the needle. Now, of course, this all assumes he’s found guilty after a fair trial, but the evidence seems pretty compelling. The only debate seems to be whether the furry trans-lover was one of the many, many furry trans-loving MAGA guys out there, and the Democrats are losing that argument.

Let’s examine the wages of sin he will collect in full. Let’s examine what he gets out of murdering a beloved father simply because the man told the truth, the truth that the killer can’t bear because, despite his lies and protests, he knows his perversions are just that.

Whether or not he gets ventilated by Utah sharpshooters, he can look around this morning and see his whole world until the moment he checks out. It’s a concrete box. He’s never going into the general population because someone will kill him. Maybe he’s disappointed because he’s not going to get the kind of love he’s looking for, but I doubt his next beau would be gentle and dressed like an anime Wile E. Coyote. No, he’s going to spend 23 hours a day in a cell with maybe an hour to walk around in a cage outside but surrounded by high walls so he can’t even see the mountains. That’s it. That’s it forever. He’s 22 years old. He’s got either a volley of .30-06 rounds or 50 or 60 years of nothing concrete ahead of him.

He’s never going to go out to McDonald’s to get a Big Mac. He’ll never see a movie in a theater. Video games, which he almost certainly loved? He’s never going to play another. He won’t ever have a milkshake or a beer — the best he can hope for is another inmate sharing a gulp of pruno that was distilled in a toilet. He’ll never have a dog. He’s never going to have a birthday party, unless maybe somebody gives him a cupcake on the aluminum platter they slide into his cell through a slot in the door.

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He’ll never drive a car. He’ll never go on vacation. He’ll never see Europe or Asia. He’ll never see Wyoming, though he will see Colorado if he gets put in Supermax, and he will get put in Supermax if he’s convicted by the Feds and not pumped full of poison.

He’s never going to have a girlfriend. Because he’s going to be in solitary, he’s never going to have a boyfriend, and if he does have a boyfriend, his Romeo will probably not be one of his choosing. 

Every day is going to be the same. Every night is going to be the same. When he’s not watching his back, he’s going to be entirely alone year after year after year until he dies from lead poisoning or in some ward under the care of an overworked government nurse who’s got 10 other convicts to clean up after. And then his lonely passing will get a one-line mention on the digital page 22 of Elon Musk’s Mars Daily Bugle.

But he will have one companion, regret. Every day, he gets to wonder why he threw his life away … for what? To show Charlie Kirk that his perverted pals were good people? That didn’t work. He didn’t just kill Charlie Kirk; he killed any remaining illusion that trans people and those who unnaturally love them are all kind, harmless folks. Now, when people look at them, they see that tuck dance scene from “The Silence of the Lambs.”

Did he think he was going to be a hero? Did he imagine he would become an icon to his fellow consumers of commie garbage? He’s no Che; he’s some anon. Even now, most of the leftists celebrating Charlie’s murder don’t praise or even mention him. There are a few who do, but how long will that last? In a week, those jerks are going to move onto some other vicious MSNBC-fueled obsession, and the killer is still going to be sitting in his concrete box, alone, forgotten, even by those who wanted to figuratively high-five him last week. Those people will be out there in the real world, maybe unemployed if we get our way, but still alive, still able to walk in the sunshine, go to a restaurant, take a vacation, and know the loving touch of another human being in the context of a voluntary and consensual relationship instead of a prison shower. 

The killer will have none of that. What he will have is the knowledge that he’s nothing to the people he tried to impress. He’s forgotten. They won’t even know his name. His little flash of glory happened on September 10, 2025. But what happens on June 13, 2062? He’ll either be a corpse or rotting in a cell, unmourned, unknown. No one will remember his name, but we may well have a president who was inspired by Charlie Kirk. He cut down Charlie, and a thousand Charlies are going to grow back, ready to motivate millions of the killer's former peers to destroy all the killer’s perverted dreams of a perverted society.

The killer is nothing. He’s a husk of a human who’s going to be filed away under “Scumbag” and forgotten by almost everybody.

But not quite everybody. While the Kirk family is going to move on, what’s his own family going to do? It’s hard to imagine their pain, especially after they had the courage to turn him in before he killed somebody else through his perverted hatred. They will think of him every day. He destroyed them, too. But he probably considers that a win. He is evil and ungrateful, angry at his parents because they didn’t validate his stupid resentments and bizarre perversions. He’ll probably go to his unmarked, forgotten grave resenting them. They will still love him, even though he is unworthy of it. Spare a prayer for the family as well as the Kirks.

There is hope for him. That hope, as Charlie would point out, is Jesus Christ. Oh, it’s not a temporal get-out-of-jail free card, but it is a get-out-of-hell card. He can repent and accept his Savior and save his soul. Charlie, and all of us who are Christians, should hope he does. Pray for that, too.

But his perverse pride may keep him from grabbing the eternal lifeline. Still, he may get lucky. His country may get serious about criminals and deal with him the way it should. He should get a fair trial. His appeal should be considered. And then he should be killed. I support the death penalty. If you murder somebody for the crime of saying things that make you mad because you know they are true and you hate that, you should die. The only problem with it in this monster’s case is that a firing squad is the most merciful option.

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