It would never believe me, but I wouldn’t celebrate the assassination of this cartoonish clown-child, even though it wants to wear my skin. There are many among us (on the left primarily, but also the right) who are actually arrogant enough to appoint themselves judge, jury, and executioner.
Some are communists.
Some are white supremacists.
Some are anti-white.
Some are anti-America.
Some are antisemites.
Some hate men.
Some hate women.
Etc etc.
But the common thread that connects them all is that they’re capable of feeling joy when people they don’t like suffer.
I don’t possess that particular trait, or defect. That shouldn’t make me special or rare, but these days it does. I didn’t choose to be this way. It wasn’t taught to me. I can’t take any credit for it.
To me, taking pleasure in cruelty or tragedy is inconceivable. Unconscionable. No matter how mad you are, you should never be able to feel that. If you can, you’re broken, and there’s only one way to fix you.