Wars are by definition manifestations of unbridled violence. They are almost never fought within a predefined sandbox made up of rules, morality, and humanity.
They are violent.
Civil wars even more so. In fact, civil wars are the worst when it comes to human loss and misery.
Because in a normal war, different tribes of people fight along clearly defined lines. Ethnicity, language, religion, faith, all come into play but one thing is clear. There are two or more sides, and people of the same mindset coalesce around the flag, and try to defeat their foreign enemies.
In a civil war, brother will fight brother, father will fight son, and cousin will try to defeat cousin.
At the end of the war, because as bloody and long as they are, all wars, including civil ones (what a misnomer, eh) run their course, when peace comes, families are divided forever by the legacy of kin killed on the battlefields, or worse, disfigured and wounded by their brethren.
America is undergoing profound changes nowadays.
In the wake of Charlie Kirk’s assassination and martyrdom, the land is divided between the evil atheistic, globalizing, Godless, murderous Left, and Right’s moral grounding based on God, Family, and Country.
We are seeing a bigger divide than in the days and years of antebellum 1860 America.
Then, as now, people were coming to the realization that when words stop, bullets start flying.
Well, bullets have started flying, and once that genie is out of the bottle, it cannot be put back in.
The assassin’s bullet has killed any hope for reconciliation, while also opening the eyes of middle ground America, that for three generations had entertained the notion of an amiable political compromise. The silent majority is becoming aware that whilst it enjoyed its slumber, things had gotten out of control.
And this is ironic since Hope was what Charlie Kirk dealt in. The man was greater than life because he alone truly and wholeheartedly believed that Christ is King, and consequently there is Hope for Salvation for the whole rest of us.
And in a land built on two things, the Bible and the Gun, his Message was one of harmony and tolerance.
Charlie believed with his heart and soul in building a traditional family, based on love and respect, worshipping God Almighty, and fighting to preserve, defend and uphold the Constitution of the United States of America.
Now, a friend of mine told me after having had the opportunity to visit the Bible Belt, but his findings sure apply coast to coast, he told me that Americans are good people.
They are, he said, God-fearing folk, carefully carrying the Scriptures in one hand, and a 12-gauge shotgun in the other. And that is a good sensible thing, we both agreed. However, my friend added (and I concurred), that knowing how humanity is always skin deep, and since we are only three square meals away from our animal instincts, he feared what would happen in the tragic event of dropping the Bible.
Because the Good Book and the Shotgun are two principles that are carefully balanced. They are both necessary to prevent a descent into chaos, mayhem, and moral dissolution of our species. But when one of them is abandoned, and I am not talking about the Shotgun here, when the Word of God is ignored, that is when bad things happen to a lot of people.
Killing Charlie did not kill the Spirit of Christianity. It brought people together, it gave them meaning, it revived the Word of God. The Scriptures are again at the center of human preoccupation.
Nonetheless, it also opened up Pandora’s Box. It accentuated the rift between those who preach and live a message of Hope, and those whose rhetoric is bloodthirsty and who are bent on destroying the traditions that kept humanity moving forward through the millennia: Love, Tolerance, and Worship of Something Greater than One, also known as Faith.
Charlie’s life and death gave us meaning and situated us in relation to our own selves. His passing afforded us the opportunity to take stock of our morality and spirituality. For most of us, sinners, we realized how far we are from the best version of us there can be. Others decided to mock his martyrdom, just like those who chose to laugh at Christ’s tribulations and pain and suffering on the Cross.
No matter. We, the Faithful, know the Way to Salvation is full of suffering and misery.
An eternity of pain awaits the wicked, and even though we may turn the other cheek and even forgive our trespassers, we shall not forget their trespasses.
Amen.
Götterdämmerung 