The ice is so destructive and beautiful at the same time. I hope I never see another storm this bad ever again. This is from the Dallas Jones Crossing area in Oxford, Mississippi.
“The only thing an old man can tell a young man is that it goes fast, real fast, and if you’re not careful it’s too late. Of course, the young man will never understand this truth.”
— Norm Macdonald
Erika Kirk: “My husband Charlie... he wanted to save young men just like the one who took his life... that young man... I forgive him. I forgive him because it was what Christ did and is what Charlie would do.”
All people had to do was to be fully against murdering someone for their political opinions. That was the moral test. Shocking how many seem to have failed it.
I hope I'm wrong.
But tonight feels like some sort of invisible line has been crossed that we didn't even know was there. The last time I felt like this was 9/11 when it was clear, without knowing the how and the what, that the world was about to change forever.
Like the rules of the game had been permanently altered and there was simply no going to back to the innocent, peaceful past.
I didn't feel like this when an attempt was made on President Trump's life. If I had to rationalise why I didn't, I guess it's because several US Presidents have been shot at and even assassinated. Somehow it was within the realms of the possible, no matter how awful.
But to murder a young father simply for doing debates and mobilising young people to vote for a party that represents half of America? This is something else.
Charlie's death is a tragedy for his wife, his children and his family. I don't pray often. I am praying for them tonight.
But I fear his murder will be a tragedy for all of us in ways we will only understand as time unfolds.
I hope I'm wrong.