This Guy

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-15089591/charlie-kirk-shooter-man-cheering-explains-actions.html

Looks ugly and gay

Oh, any soul who cackles at a life snuffed in the name of “free speech” is pond scum in a bowler hat! May your pickle shrivel, wither, and plop off your walking carcasses so you never again sprout another vine of hate. May your loins birth only nightmares: greed, stupidity, and the kind of avarice that stinks like old cheese left in a boot. Republican, Democrat, Independent, or a goose in a wig — if you revel in death, may Karma’s brass boomerang smack you straight in your drooling gob.

We reap what we sow, and rotten growth makes the tea taste of rust. Do unto others, be unto others. Turn the cheek, but never be the doormat with a boot print on its spine. The uncivilized swing fists first, the dimwitted bellow before they think. And the fools? They flock like flamingos to the carrion banquet, gobbling rot washed ashore from Hell’s beach, chanting “Stay the course!” while wrapped around the nearest shill’s snozzberry, lips locked tight on every sugary slogan dripping from its tip.

If you brewed even a thimble of critical thought, you’d spy the real predator: the hoarders at the top, a many-headed Jabberwock with a banker’s grin. One head howls, “He is your enemy!” while another whispers, “You are mine!” The tails slither into your pockets, claws rake at your wages, and silver tongues hiss promises of cake until your leaders dance like fools at a tea party. They’ve monetized you, butchered you, parcelled you neat as Sunday roasts: pigs in this bin, chickens in that, cows hung from hooks. But lean closer, and the cuts of meat look familiar. They look like you.