Applauding Murder Is Not Justice. It’s Collapse.

A man was shot on stage.
People cheered.

That’s all you need to know to understand how far we've fallen.

There are videos online right now, some viral, of people celebrating the moment Charlie Kirk was gunned down. Not hours later. Not after the facts were in. Immediately. While others stood frozen, one man pumped his fist in joy. Laughing. Triumphant.

Let that sink in.

A bullet enters a human body, and that became cause for celebration.

This isn’t politics. This isn’t activism. This is sickness.

It doesn’t matter what you think of Charlie Kirk.
It doesn’t matter what he said, what he stood for, who he voted for.

No one deserves to be executed for speaking.
And no one should ever be applauded for pulling a trigger.

There is no nuance here. No complexity.
If you celebrate death, you are part of the decay.

And if you find yourself laughing, clapping, or making content out of a murder, then you’ve been fully captured by the machine. Your soul has already been traded for a dopamine hit.

This is not a random event. This is where dehumanization leads.
First, you cancel. Then you mock. Then you erase.
Eventually, someone pulls the trigger, and the crowd goes wild.

We’ve been here before.
Every empire that collapsed into violence walked this path.
Every totalitarian regime started by degrading human life, and getting the crowd to cheer.

I will not soften this. I will not hide behind “but also” or “however.”
What I see online is evil.

The joy. The hunger. The complete lack of conscience.

That’s the real threat.

When a society claps for a killing, it is already dead on the inside.

And so I say this without hesitation:
I condemn it. Every second of it.

I don’t care who it was. I don’t care what the motive was.
We don’t fix the world by becoming murderers in spirit.
We don’t heal by hating.
We don’t awaken by dehumanizing.

You can call it justice.
You can call it karma.
You can call it whatever makes you sleep at night.

But what you applauded was a killing.
And that makes you part of the problem.

Let’s see who has the spine to share this.
Not for me. Not for clicks.
But because there’s still something human left inside you, and it knows what you saw was wrong.

Silence now is consent.