The Murder Of Charlie Kirk

 This was written the day after Charlie Kirk's murder.

I am something of numb at this time.  Charlie Kirk has been murdered by an assassin.

There is a part of me that wants to go to war with those who seek to destroy America; people who present as diseased members of a herd, who in nature are always shunned and expelled for what should be intuitively obvious reasons.  That same part of me wishes the shooter to be captured alive and flayed.

But my larger self understands that I have to stay wired tight and not let my senses of horror, sadness, and deep anger rule me.  Logic, reason, and self control must remain to us.  Our senses of the Divine must prevail, lest we react precipitously to this horrific act of senseless violence.

My only message to America is this: in spite of your horror, revulsion, and anger at this most heinous act, maintain possession of yourselves.  Do not lower yourselves to the bait that has been thrown before you, because that is precisely what the despicable want.  They want you to lose yourselves in rage; to be less than you are; to be like them.

God bless Charlie Kirk, his family, America, and all Americans; even those whose perspectives on the proprieties of human relations are so gravely and dangerously mistaken.

Until next time, please accept my best wishes.