The Performative Martyrdom of Charlie Kirk

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In the days after Charlie Kirk’s murder in Utah, the conservative activist has been compared by fellow conservatives to Jesus Christ, St. Paul, Moses, Martin Luther King, Jr., and even steel-skeletoned X-Men character Wolverine. He has been lionized as a hero, a martyr, a warrior for God, a prophet, a revolutionary, and potentially a future president cut down in his prime.

He has been memorialized with a vigil at the Capitol, a funeral with federal security held at a football stadium with the president and virtually the entire cabinet in attendance, and talk of statues on multiple campuses. Tucker Carlson compared his death to the Crucifixion. Flags were ordered flown at half-mast. There were rumors Kirk would lie in state at the Capitol, an honor usually reserved for presidents and other figures of national importance. Those who took any kind of joy in his death, or even people who simply quoted verbatim the horrifying things he said about Black and transgender people were hounded with threats and often fired from their job.

Though the 24th anniversary of 9/11 took place just a day after Kirk’s death, its coverage was virtually consumed by that of Kirk. It was as if an entire nation had lost a national hero, with the expectation that the displays of mourning would be commensurate. The September 11th attacks were so forgotten in the rush to anoint Kirk with sainthood that Kirk’s body was flown back to his home state of Arizona on Air Force Two at taxpayer expense, escorted by JD Vance, who skipped New York’s 9/11 memorial ceremony in the process. When it came to public displays of lionizing Charlie Kirk, nothing was too much, and too much was not enough.

Charlie Kirk was a podcaster whose claim to fame was showing up at colleges and daring overmatched students to “prove me wrong” in debates. He was not a war hero, or a statesman, or the inventor of a cure for a deadly disease. He was not a figure on par with history’s prophets and martyrs. He said things about Black people, Islam, and women that were reprehensible. He believed in no separation between church and the state, explicitly wanting a Christian nationalist government that would put the Bible and the Constitution on an equal footing.

One can be upset that a public figure was shot dead while exercising his right to free speech. One can mourn for his children, who will grow up not remembering their dad. One can shake their heads at how easily the shooter obtained a rifle. But this? Congressional resolutions? Vicious attacks on those not mourning him hard enough? State-enforced tributes? The entire cabinet gathered together in a way they only do for the State of the Union? Comparisons to Lincoln and JFK and the Lord and Savior of billions of Christians? What are we doing here?

A cult of personality grew around Kirk so quickly and so completely that it almost dares one to see it as insincere and hyperbolic. Kirk’s martyrdom has taken on the aura of a public performance, done for the cameras and the clicks, and to stoke more of the fear that Kirk specialized in stoking. The language around his death is messianic and hyperbolic, but it also includes a word not usually found in public expression of grief: they.

Time and again, we’ve been told “they” killed Kirk. The left, the radicals, the Christian-hating lunatics. It’s the same “they” who we are told by the far right over and over are the enemy, the ones to fear. They are coming after your job, your money, your women, and your freedom. They control the media, they control the universities, they control banking. They must be stopped at any cost. After all, look what “they” did to Charlie Kirk. They can do it to you, too.

“They,” of course is one guy – alleged shooter Tyler Robinson. But while it took three days for Christ to rise from the dead (if you believe that sort of thing) and about two days to find Robinson, it took seconds for Kirk’s personality cultists to determine who killed him and why.

The moment Kirk died, his killer was deemed a transgender lunatic, hopped up on antifa and liberal hate, driven to kill a beloved conservative because of their words. Seconds after Kirk’s death was confirmed, countless right-wing influencers began baying for blood. It was war, with Kirk killed by the first shot. It was open season on America’s violent liberal lunatic enemies. After years of forcing pronouns and land acknowledgements and transgender everywhere on us, the gloves were off and the guns were locked and loaded. It was the last act of a holy struggle that would end either with the right victorious or the death of freedom.

Never mind that this was almost the same reaction many of these people had to Cracker Barrel changing its logo, to Black stormtroopers in the new Star Wars movies, and to the Green M&M not being “sexy” anymore. Some of that was obviously performance, but this was the real thing. A guy was dead. And it was easy to imagine a massive and organized spasm of violence against the groups linked to the shooter.

Except it got a lot harder once the shooter was found. Tyler Robinson had nothing to do with antifa, which is not a real group in any sense of the word. He wasn’t a left-wing activist in any meaningful sense of the word. He wasn’t transgender. He was a mostly politically-apathetic gamer who might have started to lean more left, and who was in some kind of romantic relationship with his transgender roommate. The slogans etched on his bullets were mostly internet brainrot from the gaming world. He’s never voted, was raised in a MAGA family, and went to one semester of college before dropping out and going to trade school.

He was not who Kirk’s cult of personality needed him to be. He was not an antifa trans activist who killed Kirk to advance the far left’s war on traditional culture. Like Oswald, like James Earl Ray, like would-be Trump killer Thomas Crooks, he was just a guy with a rifle who will be forever remembered only as someone who shot someone else. His motive increasingly appears to be murky, just like his politics and online life. Like many other assassins and wannabes, he did it for reasons that don’t make sense, don’t fit into neat boxes, and might even contradict each other. Robinson may have “hated” Kirk, but the hate was born out of complex and inscrutable reasons that haven’t been fully revealed.

But Kirk couldn’t just be killed by a sort-of left-wing loser with a gun who did it for no real reason. He had to be martyred by a hard left psycho in a culture-war driven killing that must be avenged. He had to die for us, and we have to carry on his work. Like JFK. Like MLK. All killed by supposed conspiracies led by nefarious actors or because they got too close to the truth. “They” killed him – a trope uncomfortably close to the deicide accusation levelled at Jews, which Tucker Carlson leaned especially hard on during his bizarre eulogy at Kirk’s funeral event.

This is the essence of conspiracy theories – that something unexpected had to have happened for a reason we aren’t being told. When we don’t get a reason, or the reason is dumb, we make one up. We give meaning to what seemed random. And we tell ourselves that whoever did it will come after us next. Right wing influencers excel at taking this fear and turning it into cash. And they’re doing it again.

Kirk’s death appeared to be completely meaningless. A life seemingly imbued with holy purpose ended for no purpose. But that couldn’t be allowed, not when there was an opportunity to use it to crush Kirk’s enemies, build brand extensions, make liberals cry, and get on TV. Some of the grief is clearly real, but much of it is almost hilariously over-the-top, like an Italian movie where the widow hurls herself into her husband’s grave. Kirk’s widow wasted no time sending out fundraising emails, taking over as the public face of Kirk’s Turning Point USA organization, and posting somber videos of her tenderly touching her husband’s corpse, while declaring war on those who killed him.

Whoever they were.

The Kirk cult of personality likely has limits. People have short memories and will move on to the next tragedy (trust me on this one.) And for as much hyperbolic praise has been heaped on Kirk, it can never surpass the hyperbolic praise heaped on Donald Trump. That is THE cult of personality, all others are subordinate. Trump himself moved on rather quickly, from giving a somber (and some speculated AI-created) tribute in the White House on Wednesday, to dancing at a Yankees game on Friday. Even Trump’s headlining eulogy at Kirk’s funeral had little to do with Kirk and everything to do with Trump’s usual basket of twisty grievances and bizarre lies. It felt like a campaign speech, not a farewell to a friend.

And nobody on the right will say anything about it because Trump is the leader, and the leader can’t be questioned. So while the grief might be real, the mourning is a performance – carried out for both a mass audience and for the Audience of One. And when he gets bored and moves on, there’s a pretty good chance the mourners will too.

It’s tempting to look at Kirk’s funeral as a harbinger of what’s to come with Trump’s movement once Trump is gone. Maybe Kirk could have been the person to take control of it, but it’s far more likely that nobody is that person. Dictators don’t generally name successors, and those that are named often pay a heavy price. Building an instant cult of personality is one thing, sustaining it is another. Trump will always be the center of MAGA world. Kirk can never be, and no amount of ridiculous genuflection and hyperbolic martyrdom can change that.

Trump is their God, everyone else just floats in and out of his good graces.

This is How Stupid They Think You Are

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Donald Trump began his rise to political prominence with his enthusiastic embrace of a conspiracy everyone could see was absurd and fake. So it’s fitting that exactly ten years after the 2016 Republican primary field began to disintegrate around Trump, we’re doing it again. Only this time it’s so much dumber.

Before he was the Daddy God King of the Republican Party, Trump was a blustery TV businessman who was Just Asking Questions about where Barack Obama was actually born. Trump took birtherism, which had mostly been the domain of desiccated far right fossils or crank perennial candidates and made it mainstream and hip. In doing so, he normalized the conspiracism that the “square” conservative movement had mostly attempted to push away, starting us all down a deep dark hole of lunacy and contrarianism that would lead to Pizzagate, QAnon, COVID denialism, January 6th, and Trump winning two presidential elections.

Birtherism depended on a vast conspiracy to fake Obama’s citizenship, train him in the ways of Marxist Muslim terrorism, install him in government, and pull all of the strings and levers exactly how they needed to be pulled in order to elevate him to the presidency. It would have required hundreds or even thousands of people to be in on the plot, none of them to reveal any of it and all of them to execute it perfectly, and forged documents done so perfectly that nobody could ever determine if they were real or fake – except for a few truth-seekers who immediately determined they were fake, and nobody cared.

Also, it would have required time travel. Birth announcements in the Honolulu Star-Bulletin and Honolulu Advertiser, both based on information provided by the Hawaii Department of Public Health, proclaimed the arrival of a son to Mr. and Mrs. Barack H. Obama on August 4, 1961. Various conspiracy theories would try to work around this by claiming that the elder Barack Obama was not the president’s father, and that he had changed his name from “Barry Soetoro” or some such. But the announcements themselves were impossible to fake. They were found in decades-old archives. Unless someone had the forethought to plant them in local papers as part of a half-century conspiracy to elevate a non-citizen usurper to the presidency, that should have been the end of the matter.

And yet, it wasn’t. And logic never dictates how conspiracy theories end, only their usurpation by other conspiracy theories.

A decade later, Trump is now asking America to believe that the crude cartoon and bizarre poem he wrote for sex trafficking pedophile Jeffrey Epstein’s 50 year birthday book is just as fake and planted as Obama’s birth certificate. Trump and his mouthpieces want us to think the drawing wasn’t his and that he’s never drawn a cartoon, despite his long and well-documented history of drawing cartoons. He wants us to think the signature on the cartoon isn’t his, despite looking exactly like his signature looked from 20 years ago, and matching up perfectly to other verified signatures from the time. And he wants us to think that despite being handed over to Congress by Epstein’s estate, and despite being in a disgusting book full of obnoxious praise and sexual innuendo written by people who have confirmed they contributed to it, that he had nothing to do with it and it’s not from him.

Essentially, just like the Obama birth announcements of 1961, Trump wants us to believe that someone planted that cartoon and signature 22 years ago just so it could be unearthed by Democrats and the media to smear him. It’s all a conspiracy – hopelessly convoluted, entirely pointless, and defying all available facts and logic. It requires nothing other than belief, and will be believed only by those who wish it to be true.

This is how stupid Trump and his minions in the White House, GOP, and right wing media arm all think you are. They need you to believe that the thing for which overwhelming evidence exists and which has no conceivable way to fake does not exist and is fake. Trump’s denial does nothing but bring up more questions, none of which have good answers. If Trump didn’t do it, who did? Was it faked two decades ago or now? Why would Epstein’s estate hang on to a fake? Or conversely, why would someone put a fake into a birthday book which was exceedingly and disgustingly real?

There will never be any answers to these questions because they aren’t real questions that anyone would ask. The only evidence the card is fake is that Donald Trump keeps saying it’s fake. For most, that will never be enough. For a few, it will be the only thing that matters. So you keep saying it’s fake, keep changing the subject to literally anything else, and repeat it often enough to ride out the controversy.

One of the questions I get asked a lot is whether conspiracy gurus actually believe the things they say, or whether it’s all part of their grift. It’s always hard to answer, and I usually say that conspiratorial beliefs are often an extension of things the person already believes, just taken to irrational extremes. Those extremes are often driven by commerce, since conspiracism is a lucrative industry. But sometimes they’re driven by self-preservation.

Trump, presumably, knows that he drew and signed that card for Jeffrey Epstein. And while the people around him are dimwitted, incurious, sycophantic, and fairly evil; they’re not complete idiots. They almost certainly know that the simplest explanation for the cartoon isn’t a decades-long conspiracy, but that Trump drew a doodle of a naked young woman with no arms and wrote a poem about the “wonderful secret” he and Jeffrey Epstein share.

And that’s why they’re saying it’s fake. Because if they admitted it’s real for any reason then they have to answer the next logical questions. Even Trump’s usual pivot of “yeah I did it, so what” can do nothing other than harm him and the GOP, and open up glaring weak spots to be pounced on.

What is the “wonderful secret” Trump and Epstein shared? What were the “things they have in common?” What does “enigmas never age” mean? What happened “the last time” Trump saw Epstein?

Those are questions Trump and his bunker-mates would rather eat glass than face up to. Their answers might reveal truly horrifying things about the relationship the two men had, what they did together, and what they knew about each other. They might cast the President of the United States in such a foul and sick light that it might not be recoverable for the GOP.

Sure, Trump has survived everything anyone has ever thrown at him, but the rest of the Republican Party don’t have that invisible shield. What Republican member of Congress wants to face their constituents and have to answer questions about potential horrible acts their leader did to children alongside a billionaire pedophile two decades ago?

There is nothing to be gained for anyone around Trump in telling the truth about Epstein.

So they just lie. Over and over and over. And they think you’re dumb enough to either believe it, or be so frustrated with their lies that you drop the matter and move on.

Conspiracist belief flourishes when the lie becomes more palatable than the truth. And there is no truth less palatable to Donald Trump and his acolytes than Trump being close friends and sharing “wonderful secrets” with Jeffrey Epstein. And so the lie will flourish. Because the truth can never be acknowledged by the people who need to hold Trump up as a paragon of virtue and success. They need the lie.

Even if we all know it’s true.