Be Like Charlie
How to replace the irreplaceable.
I am still alternating between shock, grief, and anger. Mostly anger now. The terrifying scope of what happened on September 10th and what was stolen from Erika Kirk and her children, and from all of us, is just starting to sink in. His assassination was a catastrophe. His character assassination at the hands of our depraved elites and media is an abomination.
I met Charlie Kirk almost ten years ago in person. I was at the 2016 Politicon event in Pasadena to watch panels by various speakers from the right and the left. He was not widely famous yet, but I had been following him on Twitter for a while. I was sitting in an empty row waiting for the Tomi Lahren vs. Chelsea Handler debate to start in a large theater and he sat down a few seats away, in my row. I am normally not someone who approaches celebrities, but I was an admirer, so I got up, introduced myself, and told him I loved what he was doing.
In the last three years, Charlie invited me to do his sho…
