This time two weeks ago, Charlie Kirk was an unfamiliar name to me.
It was a bit like the morning of 9 December 1980, when John Lennon’s death was announced. I’d never heard of him, though I was familiar with Paul McCartney and knew that the Beatles had been a notable pop group in the 1960s. I suppose my defence was that I was only eleven at the time.
I soon knew a lot more about Lennon, and am learning a lot more about Charlie Kirk right now.
Words are becoming cheapened and debased
“When words are many,” wrote Solomon – while his wisdom remained with him – “transgression is not lacking, but whoever …