Conservatives are People Too
It’s been 8 days since Charlie was assassinated and I still feel like a walking shell. The world feels empty whenever I think that he’s not in it anymore. I’ve gone through the grief cycle. At first I was furious, then I was sad, now I just feel numb. I’m here but I’m not. I’m like a walking version of myself, who is in there somewhere behind all the clouds and fog. Why did he have to die? Why are people celebrating his death? Who celebrates when people die? What has to happen in your soul for you to do that? In moments throughout the day, as I am reminded of what happened, there is a piece of me that somehow hopes to find out that he will be like Trump, emerging from the bullet triumphant with his fist raised and a flowing flag in the background. But that isn’t what happens. No. The shot rings out, the crowd gasps and the children in the audience all run to their daddies because they’re afraid. But when the c...
