There may be some plot holes in the official story. From Jenna McCarthy at jennasside.rocks:
Preamble: I lost a paid subscriber yesterday. I’ll call her Jill. Not to boast, but that doesn’t happen a lot, so it stung. It wasn’t because of anything I had said or done, Jill assured while announcing her departure in the comments. She’d gotten offended by another subscriber’s comment (TL/DR: that person called the Charlie Kirk shooting fake, which is not something I believe but it’s certainly a theory that’s being widely circulated). And even though the “offending” person rushed to defend me, Jill could no longer bear to support a substack that “draws people like him.”
It made me incredibly sad.
It’s not the $80/year I’m mourning—it’s the death of the proud belief that I had created a safe, welcoming space for debate. Sure, we are all drawn to people and groups who think the way we do. That’s human nature, and the reason nudist colonies and churches and Comic-Con exist. But if we’re never, ever challenged by outside thought, if we bark into the same echo chamber all day every day, it may be comforting, but we never grow. We learn nothing. We become cults instead of communities (and sorry, but I’m not into matching tracksuits).
I am who I am today because I questioned who I was in 2020. I opened myself up to new ideas. It was uncomfortable. Brutal at times, in fact. My daughter and I were talking just this morning about how much easier life was back when we were completely clueless.
Easier—but not better.
I’m not shaming or chastising anyone here. We’re all entitled to spend our money and our time in ways that support and enrich us. But I wanted to make it clear that I will continue to welcome open, respectful debate and opinions that differ from my own—even when it’s messy. I’m grateful for ALL of my subscribers and hope you see the importance of that, too.
While the sane, not-morally-bankrupt swath of the population continues to mourn the unimaginably tragic death of Charlie Kirk, diligent law enforcement have been working heroically to catch the killer. Yesterday, they announced the success of that grueling, 33-hour mission. (Don’t freak out; it’s just a number.) According to “the authorities” and dutifully parroted by the Propaganda Press™, the assassin was an otherwise unmemorable kid named Tyler Robinson.
The moderate debate guy?
Yea, they killed him after he noticed some things.
Saw one of don’t take the ticket because it’s for life.
While undeniedly tragic, I think the ‘who’ is far less important than the ‘why’.