Charlie Kirk was a bigot. And a dog-whistle-blowing racist. And he did his best to ruin America. And he was successful. And his last words were every bit as hateful. I don’t miss him. I don’t mourn him, but I mourn how callous we’ve become - did you see the video? Blood literally shot from the side of his neck.

And people, including my fellow progressives, are dancing and laughing or eulogizing and martyrizing, or making memes within hours of him dying. Yes, we all have a right to our feelings and thoughts. Yes, we should exercise these rights while we still have them, while the window seems to slide shut even more every day. And yes, there’s a strange justice to it all, but are we so hardened that we think this act of violence is funny or deserved? The thing about evil is that it can strike any of us, sometimes, even assholes.

But is this the America we live in? A place where we laugh or feel zero empathy or shock as we watch blood pop out of a man’s neck? It seems to me that we’re living in Charlie Kirk’s idea of paradise: A place where we’re as hardened about violence, as pathologically divisive and callous as he is, a place where he, even long after his death, has won.

I don’t want to let his maligned legacy live. And I don’t want to eulogize him.

What I want to do is say these words and not feel sadness over the loss of Kirk, but for the senseless acts of violence that can overtake any one of us on any day. Given that we live amid this madness, it also seems natural that we must vent, joke, laugh, scream.

But do we understand, my fellow progressives, that as we continue to laugh and joke and celebrate his death, we’re further normalizing gun violence. Our lives, too, are on the line.

We’re developing psychological calluses more every day. And OF COURSE, I feel for those suffering in Gaza, and the too-many mass shouting victims. And OF COURSE I know that far better, more vulnerable people die every day. And OF COURSE I know Kirk didn’t give a good goddamn. And of COURSE I know that his killing and blasé reactions to it are stunningly insensitive, too. And no, I won’t eulogize him. But I can’t just shut down a human response of sadness.

But let’s please not “All Lives Matter” this shit, because, to be clear - no, I don’t mourn Charlie Kirk, but who we have become.

This is not my eulogy for Charlie Kirk. This is my eulogy for America.