Charlie Part 2

(This is Part 2 in a three part essay)

Assassins 

Assassins are an interesting lot. They are always vilified no matter who they target because whoever they target is usually significant to whatever the assassins motivation is. No doubt about it they are the apex predator in a stagnant but loud discourse on the nature of things. Usually political matters. Supporters and admirers of Charlie Kirk are, of course, pissed off at the lack of universal grief at his passing and, of course, will demand revenge, even after the assassin is caught and the death penalty is enforced because it isn't justice that anybody wants most of the time but vengeance, which, sadly, isn't ours, but Gods. Just like it's always been Gods prerogative, though many people nowadays say that nations here on earth are Gods instruments for meting out justice. The old saying from Vietnam american soldiers, "Kill everybody and let God sort it out the innocent and guilty." Unfortunately, the nations have taken that role bestowed on them by secularist demagogues, such as kings, queens and that ilk more seriously these days, with the Old Testament backing them up.  How to incorporate God into a nations law has been, along with the corporate business model, the main recipe for modern governance.

So, here's my assassination story. Back in nineteen sixty three I was in the military. A fresh, somewhat innocent, foot soldier for my country. Mr Kennedy was my Commander in Chief. I have to be honest, I was young enough to still have faith in the ideals of my nation inasmuch as I had some doubts about my religion, which was catholic, the same religion as my commander in chief, actually. Kennedy was a catholic and, for some reason, I didn't understand he was not popular among many in the country for that. Something about where his allegiance might go in the case America went to war with the Vatican, or something like that.

Anyway, the country was divided in a way that whatever Kennedy did , he would be evaluated based on his allegiance to the nation. He even wrote a book called

profiles in courage, demonstrating his bravery during World War Two.

History, of course, is not so streamlined though, where issues are only linear and don't become mixed up with a lot of other issues because Kennedy was considered a liberal caught up in the beginnings of a nuclear Cold War based on what would be the greatest struggle (to this day). Communism vs Democracy, Totalitarianism vs Freedom. Besides the struggle between nuclear powers there were important and divisive domestic issues of segregation, lack of equal rights throughout the various social divisions-the poor, black, workers.

In other words, not much different than today. America is built on these divisions and an inability to rectify or resolve them.

But I'm talking assassination today.

One day in November 1963, I was downstairs from the office where I worked, talking to a friend who was always listening to the radio while he worked. There was a "breaking news" flash, something we hear or see so often today. President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas, Texas. He was rushed to a hospital and his condition had not been publicized. I immediately went back to my office where most of my superiors, being career high ranking officers and enlisted men, were unaware of what was happening. I got their attention, having to yell, the president was shot in Dallas. At first, they could not believe it but one tech sergeant, stereotypically the brashest of the men I worked under, from Texas, loudly says, " I'm glad somebody shot that son of a bitch."

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