A year ago today, I was sitting at a restaurant in Palermo, waiting for my pizza. I went on X and saw a post that Charlie had been shot in the neck. My blood ran cold, and I was so scared, same way I felt when Trump was shot. I started praying, and refreshing my X non-stop, and by the time the pizza arrived, I was so sick to my stomach, I couldn't eat a bite.
We lost our best guy that day, and it tore this movement apart, thanks to jealous two-bit ghouls like Candace and her misfit/incel followers. I hope they all rot in hell.