The spectacle of his wife and her performative speech and filming herself touching his corpse... Crowder changing his podcast description to "#1" shortly after he was confirmed dead. Trump saying "yeah, I'm okay... Say, take a look at the amazing construction of my ball room!!". The vultures picked his skeleton clean before his body was cold.
After seeing this I realized, the people closest to him were all hollowed out shells of human beings, they don't understand love and they never loved him. He never knew real connection, conservatives never seem to be able to. It just struck me how broken they all are, it's so fucking sad and such a waste of life. I just wonder what these demons could have been if they didn't have their souls sucked out of them by... Idk, capitalism's inherent dehumanizing characteristics? It feels like it has it's own malevolent sentience now days and I'm not sure what to call it.
So yeah, he tried to spread the only thing he ever really knew - hatred. I guess that's how Nazis are made... He's in hell if there is one.
look... let's suppose capitalism is a lottery. Let's suppose the whole thing is just a lottery. Not in a religious way, but when you're born that's a dice roll. You come in as a reasonably blank slate, your initial conditions are the body, place, and position in society that your parents could manage, whatever that is.
The fucking thing is abstractly a pyramid, the seats at the top are much more limited than the seats at the bottom, but lots of people want the seats above them. They'll knock people around, prey on ignorance, scam, cheat, lie to get it.
In those Top Seats are higher % changes of:
Good education resources and like, developmental inertia in literally becoming a functioning human.
Infrastructure and capital to see things happen.
we know this stuff, and i know i'm even keeping it a little too simple. This lottery is rigged and not truly random, for one.
but congrats, you're a white guy, not just that! and you have the pedigree, your parents have the purse and the connections that you're now inheriting, are all tied to wealth and power - you have some agency to make stuff happen in this awful little society, or you will by the time you're an adult in the swing of things.
okay well. you're gathering momentum doing something, and figuring your shit out as you step into adulthood. Enter now: the people who want to make your thing about their things. You can sometimes just offer to buy people out or steer with that kind of influence, power, money peddling - but they for whatever reason dont have what you have, they want it, and if they can't take it, they'll settle for getting in your ear and steering you around if you let them.
EVEN IF that dweeb beats the odds and stays good - hasn't lost his soul when he starts whatever his life work is set to be - that insulated life means that right as he finds the world, the world finds him and runs him roughshod, drains him dry, and makes the world a colder, uglier place as the realities of his position are revealed and made clear: this is not a place of heroes, we don't live in a nation run by the virtuous, quite the opposite.
If you want to stay good, your option is to take your pogs and go home and play your own games, in a lower stakes arena, or to give it all up, frankly, in a sacrifice that absolves you more of the weight of that world as you depart from it.
The world is, in 2025, atomized and vicious down to that atom. It wants you to fight, and survive, and tear, and thieve, and take, and as the chosen ones for the project of driving that world forward, you really only get to come from the bottom to the top if you're a special kind of intelligent and vicious, and just somehow one that fell through the cracks and finds yourself more useful than dangerous to one of these people. You have to prove you can play the game, and go play it.
charlie kirk might've been some naive idiot with the potential for an interesting, influential destiny making the world better. Maybe in his heart somewhere was that possibility. Maybe.
But it doesn't matter, because he wasn't self aware enough to stay himself if that's the case, and it's such an interior thing, one can never know.
sometimes they break those people early, sometimes they break late. it comes sooner or later if you try to play the games he was playing.