I May Be Left-Wing, But This Is Nonsense. The Left Have Went Too Far This Time.
I never liked Charlie Kirk. Let’s get that out of the way. His politics were the polar opposite of mine. I found his rhetoric shallow, his worldview cruel, and his movement toxic. But you know what? None of that matters right now.
Because Charlie Kirk is dead. Shot. Killed around his family. A young man who had just started building a life, just started a family, just begun to really live—gone. And people, my people, the so-called “compassionate” left, are laughing.
What in the hell is going on?
Since when did death become a punchline? Since when did we become so wrapped up in ideology that the loss of human life is a joke to us? Did we not come from a tradition that preached peace and love? Did we not once dream of a world without violence, without cruelty, without this endless cycle of vengeance?
If this is left-wing, then I want no part of it.
I’ve watched friends on the left clap their hands, make memes, and snicker like schoolchildren at a funeral. You think that’s progress? You think that’s liberation? No—that’s barbarism in a different outfit. That’s cruelty hiding under a red flag instead of a blue one.
Charlie Kirk and I had nothing in common ideologically. But he was a husband, a son, a father. A human being. And he did not deserve to die like that. His family did not deserve to watch him bleed out. And anyone who celebrates that is not left-wing, not progressive, not revolutionary—they’re just sick.
We used to chant “make love, not war.” We used to say “power to the people.” We used to mean it when we said we wanted peace, compassion, justice. What happened to that? What happened to building a better world, instead of becoming exactly what we claimed to hate?
Something has gone wrong on the modern left. And if we don’t face it, if we don’t cut this rot out from within, then we are no better than the very forces we fight.
This isn’t justice. This isn’t progress. This is cruelty dressed up as politics.
And I, a lifelong leftist, will say it loud: laughing at Charlie Kirk’s death is nonsense. It is shameful. And if you’re one of the ones who finds joy in this, then you’ve lost the plot.
Because humanity must come before politics. Always.
Because Charlie Kirk is dead. Shot. Killed around his family. A young man who had just started building a life, just started a family, just begun to really live—gone. And people, my people, the so-called “compassionate” left, are laughing.
What in the hell is going on?
Since when did death become a punchline? Since when did we become so wrapped up in ideology that the loss of human life is a joke to us? Did we not come from a tradition that preached peace and love? Did we not once dream of a world without violence, without cruelty, without this endless cycle of vengeance?
If this is left-wing, then I want no part of it.
I’ve watched friends on the left clap their hands, make memes, and snicker like schoolchildren at a funeral. You think that’s progress? You think that’s liberation? No—that’s barbarism in a different outfit. That’s cruelty hiding under a red flag instead of a blue one.
Charlie Kirk and I had nothing in common ideologically. But he was a husband, a son, a father. A human being. And he did not deserve to die like that. His family did not deserve to watch him bleed out. And anyone who celebrates that is not left-wing, not progressive, not revolutionary—they’re just sick.
We used to chant “make love, not war.” We used to say “power to the people.” We used to mean it when we said we wanted peace, compassion, justice. What happened to that? What happened to building a better world, instead of becoming exactly what we claimed to hate?
Something has gone wrong on the modern left. And if we don’t face it, if we don’t cut this rot out from within, then we are no better than the very forces we fight.
This isn’t justice. This isn’t progress. This is cruelty dressed up as politics.
And I, a lifelong leftist, will say it loud: laughing at Charlie Kirk’s death is nonsense. It is shameful. And if you’re one of the ones who finds joy in this, then you’ve lost the plot.
Because humanity must come before politics. Always.
26-30, M
