I woke up today with my stomach in knots.
Some part of me kept asking why I was so unsettled. I’m not a particular fan of Charlie Kirk; I don’t follow him on any social media platforms. But I also hadn’t found myself quite so disturbed after the shooting of Minnesota lawmakers a few weeks earlier. It wasn’t the rhetoric surrounding his death, left and right, blaming one another’s policies. And it wasn’t even the smiling pictures of Kirk with his beautiful young family.
It’s tragic. But I’ve become somewhat accustomed to tragedy in the last two years. The disarming feeling was something else.
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