It’s the Horst Wessel Variety Hour!

The apotheosis—I hope—of the grotesque display that has been the death of Charlie Kirk took place yesterday, that being his memorial show…

…hang on, NO! That’s Horst Wessel’s funeral, not Kirk’s HA HA good heavens, I wonder how that got there… No, Kirk’s was a slightly different affair, probaby fewer overt Nazis but still a bunch of arms in the air being waved around like their owners just didn’t care:

That fucking Evangelical hands-up affectation is something I’ve always found weird and culty, and oddly performative (“look at how much of the spirit is flowing through me!”). Trump was there instead (someone must’ve warned him that golfing instead of appearing at this thing would be a bad look) and predictably made a cunt of himself, a bunch of the usual suspects  were there to politicise the whole thing (even Edolf rocked up to make a show of being friendly again with Mushroom Cock), and Kirk’s wife said she forgave the guy who shot Charlie… as she damn well should, cos him doing that has brought her a new bunch of opportunities she probably wouldn’t have without him.

There was one notable critic of the whole hideous spectacle…

Let’s be honest, Nick is not actually wrong here, including the sly dig at Charlie, but Nick is also Nick Fuentes. Let’s not give him too much credit for being right here, cos this criticism is offered in as much bad faith as one of Charlie’s “debates”. I mean, my loathing of MAGA is because they’re bad; Nick’s loathing of them is because they’re not bad enough. Also he’s jealous cos Krasnov would likely never throw a big farewell bash of this sort for him if it had been him instead of Charlie…