Imagine that you are one the few people who legimately cared about Charlie Kirk dying. You’re currently grieving the death of a loved. You manage to sit through all the talking heads give eulogies (who probably don’t give a shit about your loved one). The last person to give an eulogy is the fucking President, not Erika Kirk nor a parent nor a sibling. The god damn President who starts you rambling about the cure for Autism, Jimmy Kimmel, and what evers pops into Trumpie’s mind. An eulogy that lasted well over a hour.
How fucking surreal it would be to watch the President fucking ramble at a person’s funeral, a person who you actually legimately cared for. I know I wouldn’t how to handle that.
Also, people started leaving the memorial during Trumpie’s eulogy.
Imagine that you are one the few people who legimately cared about Charlie Kirk dying. You’re currently grieving the death of a loved. You manage to sit through all the talking heads give eulogies (who probably don’t give a shit about your loved one). The last person to give an eulogy is the fucking President, not Erika Kirk nor a parent nor a sibling. The god damn President who starts you rambling about the cure for Autism, Jimmy Kimmel, and what evers pops into Trumpie’s mind. An eulogy that lasted well over a hour.
How fucking surreal it would be to watch the President fucking ramble at a person’s funeral, a person who you actually legimately cared for. I know I wouldn’t how to handle that.
Also, people started leaving the memorial during Trumpie’s eulogy.
Did you have to watch it for work? What in the masochist made you watch it.
They left early in order to line up for merch.