2015-17 was a time of hope, and hidden knowledge the media was lying, and Trump would win. All the right people had their positions lined up in Hillary's admin, until election week. The impossible happened, Trump won.
The deep state came for Flynn, and the powers that be organized to attack MAGA. Literally.
I visited the Peninsula Beverly Hills once a month for work. Right after the election, it turns out that the first "resistance" fundraiser was happening, and they took over half the hotel.
All of Hollywood, including Obama was there. I had spent the past 2 years wearing my MAGA hat in NYC, Miami and LA. I called Chuck Johnson, still MAGA at the time, living locally, to come by with his MAGA hat.
We stood outside the Peninsula, trolling Hollywood. George Lucas was particularly upset. Every big name was there. Then I decided to start trolling Obama's secret service, telling them "it's really great to have a President who loves America now".
I began to feel a sense of dread, something unfamiliar, because I've let an interesting life, well passed anxiety.
This was the Eye of Sauron, something different than neighborhood gangsters. Real power, extremely unnerving, that serious people were asking who the fuck I am, and why am I harassing the bosses?
Harvey Weinstein & co had lots of clout at Peninsula, and asked the GM to have me take off my hat, and stop trolling everyone. The GM couldn't tell me to do this, but suggested I not bother the secret service, as he had been asked to kick me out of the hotel. Fortunately I was a solid customer and treated the staff very well.
Mike and I threw "A Night for Freedom" in NYC, where an attendee was almost murdered. An elderly man was attacked by ANTIFA, and put in a coma. The ANTIFA member was arrested, as he attacked the police.
Shortly after, Cerno began to sense that assassination was a real possibility, which I dismissed, but was wrong. Mike did think he would be the first target.
Charlie, who I had only met a couple times, was the man keeping the coalition together, so he had to go. He had the courage to put his life on the line, at every single public event.
Keyboard warriors poasting for clicks and $ work for our enemies.
The ANTIFA terror network is real and needs to be dismantled and the funders prosecuted for RICO.
The NYPD and DC Intelligence Bureaus were tracking them a decade ago, when we were throwing events.
When will we see results?
September 10th began as one of the best days of my adult life. A new business I was helping out hit its first inflection point, the flywheels were spinning, I had quality time with the family. Cracked open a can of nitro cold brew and got ready for another day of war on X. 10/10 day.
My wife said, “Charlie Kirk got shot.” I opened the video and then life changed for everyone.
The grief fell down on me like a ton of bricks.
I was not as close to Charlie as Posobiec and others were. Charlie would text me, like he would hundreds of others each day. He was a modern-day Benjamin Franklin, and I was fond of him from afar. Who wasn’t? Charlie was one of the most impressive men who ever lived. Will Durant would need to return to life to give Charlie’s life the treatment it deserves.
I wasn’t sure what to make of him at the time. I watched his star rise at Turning Point and saw him navigate difficult media attacks and grow an empire.
One of the first people I talked to was Jack Posobiec, who said what I was thinking, “We thought it’d be you.” That wasn’t an insult. He wasn’t saying it should have been me.
All of us know that we might be murdered. It’s something we talked about frequently. Who will get shot first? We can say that it’s tragic to live this way, and so what?
As men you accept that there are enemies of civilization, not many allies, and those on the front will be framed for crimes, sued into bankruptcy, or killed.
I went to great pains to put my assets into vehicles for my children, to fund their 529s, to make sure that my family would have financial security. I nagged everyone in the fight to do this, literally telling people, “Assume you will be destroyed, your children will know their father was a historically significant person, your absence will be hard enough to deal with, don’t leave them broke too.”
I embraced the Stoic and samurai ideals of meditating on death. (Since then I’ve returned to Christianity, that is a different story for another time.)
I watched him show up at the RNC in 2016 shouting on a megaphone, “Socialism sucks.” Sadly, I lost most of my video footage from that era, but was able to locate that classic Charlie moment. (I posted it a couple of weeks before his murder.)
Why Charlie?
We kept asking that. Charlie was pure. If anything he was too righteous for this world. A lot of us to this day ask, “Why not me instead?”
I racked my brain and reached some conclusions that may not look good in the written word without facial inflection, but here we go.
Charlie was too pure. No one thought, “If I murder Charlie, then his followers will kill me and my friends and family.” I’m not saying this to criticize Charlie. He lived his Christian values. Some others on the right are seen a bit as more in the “grey area,” not walking fully in the light, as Charlie did.
Morally it’s a question I fight with almost daily. Are we too pure? Will all of our families be lined up against the wall like Tsar Nicholas’ was, as the neo-Bolsheviks bayonet our children?
Are we too Christian and kind?
My own regrets.
When text messages began to leak, my heart broke again. I’m going to carefully word these next sentences to avoid embroiling myself into the endless controversies and drama. I want no part of any of that and reject fully anyone’s attempt to bring me into it.
I wish I had talked to Charlie more often. I had no agenda or angle to work. He needed someone older and removed from the day-to-day whose only question was, “How can I help you, Charlie Kirk?”
We attended Charlie’s memorial service. Most impressive to me was the President of Hillsdale College. Even looking for this video has me choking up. This man loved Charlie. He didn’t see Charlie as a political tool or way to launder a pet political cause onto college campuses.
This is grief. This is true paternal love.
“Why is dad crying?”
During a trip to see my sick father in the hospital, I was listening to the worship music from Charlie’s memorial, weeping on the plane.
There was some comedic relief to the grief. I loathe worship music. Yet there I was playing megachurch jam band songs from the Charlie Kirk memorial. (Someone posted a Playlist on Spotify.)
“How the f—k did I end up a weepy mess listening to this shit?” As the saying goes, you either laugh or cry. For me it’s been both.
Between Scott Adams’s passing and Charlie’s, I was often getting up to leave the house. Had to walk, collect my thoughts, and go cry alone. I get over stuff that happens to me easily, probably too much so. My wife’s biggest complaint is, “You’re too nice and people take advantage of you.” My dad is the same way, and it’s something I’m working on with my oldest. You have to stand up for yourself. Not everyone shares our values. (In fact, most don’t, and they’ll even steal from you if given the chance.) Even so, there’s a lot to be said for not caring about yourself too much. The opposite end of that is endlessly brooding and greed.
I can get over a lot.
Charlie’s death is not something I am close to getting over.
Charlie Kirk got us back into church.
My wife and I hadn’t ever gone to church together unless it was for a wedding, and I hadn’t been inside a church to worship for decades. We went to a local church our friends attended, and it was packed. The pastor immediately mentioned Charlie’s murder and said he would talk about it.
I hated the sermon, as did my wife. We wanted a message of vengeance, not forgiveness and contemplation, and brotherly love. I rebelled against Josiah B. Trenham’s homily calling for us all to reflect for 40 days.
I’ve tried. I’m still full of hate and anger, almost one year later. Maybe my heart isn’t Christian enough, or maybe Christians have lost touch with the Polish Winged Hussars and other warriors who fought back against the Ottoman Empire and other primitives. Maybe Tsar Nicholas should have taken the Bolshevik threat more seriously.
My wife said of the church service we attended, “Maybe that’s the message we needed to hear.” I don’t have it in me to forgive Charlie’s murderer, the far left, nor the Tech and Wall Street guys who funded it all. I am not Charlie Kirk.
God knows I’m not Charlie Kirk.