The assassination of Charlie Kirk is not your garden-variety spasm of partisan idiocy or sectarian spite. Rather, it is a glittering show for transgender ideology’s clownish crusade to obliterate not a flesh-and-blood bogeyman, but something pesky inside. It’s an attempt to silence the inner gremlins’ relentless yammering about cold hard facts, spine-stiffening morals, and—heaven forbid—owning up to one’s own mess instead of fervently indulging in escapist fetishism.
The hitman didn’t neutralize a bona fide menace to the republic. Kirk’s collegiate debates were about as oppressive and hateful as a conversation with a kindly Bible-reading grandmother. The real quarry was a psychological gut-punch: a skilled orator who dared imply a life with actual point might be on offer, if you live truthfully, morally, and well.
Kirk’s unforgivable faux pas? Strutting about like the ghost of Western civilization past—that child of Socratic method and Christian piety—effectively proved his point to thousands upon thousands of seemingly hopeless students.
His brand of worship declared that all humans have inherent value. It proclaimed that we have a nature, and when we act morally, meaning and even joy can be ours. Not to mention his promise of eternal salvation.
What is more benign than to say: we human beings have a nature, which includes your sex as you were born, and no, you cannot DIY for whatever fleeting fancy strikes.
His recipe was simple and conventional. It was to accept Jesus into your heart, seek truth, be kind and reverent, marry, and have children. He also said to judge and be judged—and there’s the fly in the ointment: judge and be judged. Charlie could love all people but couldn’t approve of immorality and denial of truth, including what he viewed as biblical debauchery. Yes, he judged, but it was an act of love to him.
Charlie was no hater.
His doctrine, peaceful as it was, included the quaint male-female differences and thus skewers the nihilistic underbelly of transgender ideology. For if truth can be nailed down, their reality-free make-believe cosplaying implodes. If one has an immutable nature, hormonal concoctions and scalpels deform rather than transform. If one’s self-worth stems from sturdy stuff and not viral “validations,” the “affirming” shrink’s perpetual ego-stroking fizzles out. And if discernment’s vital, not villainous, then “embracing” deleterious drivel parades as the malady it truly is, not some enlightened elixir.
It’s like the madman smashing a mirror because it beams back a mug too monstrous to mull. Kirk was that mirror, hurling into focus the soul-sucking nullity from transgender ideology’s smug siege on nature, wherein trashing biology begets wholesale chaos and disorder. Hence the hit wasn’t on Kirk’s politics. It was on the grand scheme his views evoked: facts matter, codes command conduct, discourse leads to understanding and love, and possibly salvation.
It wasn’t politics that got him killed. It was Kirk’s piety that refuted transgender ideology’s glum gospels that a body is a mistake to be reconfigured. Charlie’s mistake is failing to see that you can’t argue with a view that says life sucks unless you can rewrite your body and self on a whim.
Our mistake to be avoided is looking away from the fact that his death didn’t relieve any of the mental torment that drove the assassination, and that there are demands for further elimination of witnesses to natural human dignity. We must expect that more like Charlie Kirk will be killed at the hands of those trying to silence the voices in their minds that whisper, despite all the denial, that reality exists, truth matters, and human dignity demands recognition and reverence.
