Today feels like the beginning of decay. We’re walking down a road where the “return to normal” will only come with the blood of innocent people.
Charlie Kirk’s death isn’t just an act of cowardice. It marks the start of an era where people will be scared to share their opinions. He didn’t die using force or coercion. He died doing the opposite: debating. Sitting in front of a microphone, defending family over vanity, God over drugs, responsibility over nihilism, two genders as a fact, and yes, the right to own a gun.
Nobody was forced to listen. If you thought he was an idiot extremist, you could just turn around and walk away. That’s the deal with debate. You join if you want, or you move on.
I am writing this because I am in disbelief. People are celebrating his death. The same people who scream about equal rights and democracy are now dancing on TikTok because a man with different views was murdered. The same media in Brazil that claims to fight intolerance is justifying the assassination because he was “right wing.”
That’s the contradiction. Those who call themselves peaceful, who campaign against owning guns, are clapping for an assassination.
And today, I’m not just sad because a 31-year-old father of two is gone. I’m sad because I see myself in some of what he defended. Family. Meritocracy. The duty of becoming a better man. God. And the right to debate, to defend my wife’s choice of being at home while I work to provide.
This all started when calling out intolerance became racism, fascism, or homophobia. It started when defending family values got rebranded as “oppression.”
What’s the way out? Double down. Stop ceding ground. Normalize calling these motherfuckers what they are: stupid extremists. Call them out for what they’ve become, useful idiots, tools of manipulation in a game they don’t even control. And then give them what they really deserve: irrelevance.
