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Let me talk to you a little bit about what's going on in Provo, Utah for 10 months now. America has told the story of the murder of Charlie Kirk. I mean, it is it's more than one story, too, which has been very interesting. I mean, you listen to some podcasters who are just asking questions. Um, and of course, it was a deep state hit, but it was a deep state hit caused by the Jews. Uh, it was a false flag. It was a crisis actor. It was a convenient death dressed up in assassinate as an assassination. Um, one podcaster insinuated that maybe it was my daughter that did it. Oh, you caught me now.
So, this week in the fourth district courthouse, Provo, Utah, NONE OF THOSE STORIES SHOWED UP, you know, uh, none of them. Uh, it was weird. It was really weird. When you look at the evidence, you're like, "Oh, wait a minute. Maybe it wasn't my daughter. Uh, but actually what showed up was stranger, a little more terrifying because it is more human than any of the the Jews did it kind of stuff. The evidence uh has, you know, come in now. I mean, the real evidence, the way it always comes in, slowly under oath on screens, surveillance uh video of a young man crossing a rooftop, dropping into the shooting position, firing one round through Charlie Kirk's neck while 3,000 people watched and then started to run. Also, a grandfather's boltaction mouser uh wrapped in a towel, ditched in the woods. There was DNA, there was ballistics, and then there was also the voice of the person who knew him best, his trans lover, the roommate and partner, Lance Twigs. Now, Lance was granted immunity, interviewed on tape, told investigators what happened in the hours after. uh the text under the keyboard, the messages where Robinson uh where Robinson was uh admitting that it was him and he felt really bad. I wish I wouldn't have done it. I wish I wouldn't have done it. You're not the one who actually did it, are you? Yeah, I did. I couldn't take it anymore. You know, those kinds of things. And then the morning after where he was pacing back and forth in the apartment crying. I got to turn myself in with my parents. There were no handlers, no grand design, no shadow directing the shot. No Jews surprisingly showed up in this. I was shocked that it looks like it was this guy. Everything the state put on those screens points to one person who made one irreversible choice. Now, this is a preliminary hearing. It's not a verdict. The defense is still challenging the DNA, and they should, you know, but the shape of it is pretty darn clear, you know, and the shape is not a movie plot.
This is where it gets frightening. It's a kid. They showed the bullets, and this is the part where the camera really kind of rushed past. I think the casings were not engraved with a manifesto. They were engraved with jokes, a furry uh uh forum meme, an old Italian protest song that, you know, has curdled into an internet gag, a throwaway insult. If you read this, you're gay. I am ao Uh he then texted his partner that the messages were mostly a big meme. Then he worried the meme might show up on Fox News. Then he worried in writing he worried more about how he's going to explain the missing rifle to his dad than about the man he just left dead on the stage. See, this is what's terrifying here. This is not ideology. This is a human soul dissolved in irony. A young kid who marinated so long in the world where everything is a bit. Every belief is just a costume. Every horror is just a punchline for an audience that isn't even in the room. That he carved jokes into the rounds he used to kill a father of two. He couldn't tell the difference between a meme and a murder until he had already committed one. That's terrifying because that can happen to any of our kids.
Now watch what the whole country is doing with him. The left wants him to mean one thing. The right wants him to mean another. The conspiracy theorists want him to be a puppet of the Jews. And the people debunking the conspiracy theorists want him to be a lesson. Everybody, everybody is united in a single demand that this death resolve into a clean story. And the evidence this week is quietly refusing. I mean, we know who the killer is, but the killer doesn't have a clean story. Just irony and a rifle and a dad he drifted away from and a joke residing in the place where his conscience should have been.
Last night, I spent some time looking for places in history where this sickness has happened before. The hunger to make a crime mean the thing you already believe. And you can find it. You can find it in the Boston Massacre, John Adams. Everybody wanted that Boston Massacre to mean one thing, that the British were evil and the British were just shooting innocent Americans. And that's when John Adams said that's not true. And he was stubborn and he tried it and he proved that it wasn't true. But we're in a time now where everybody wants it to mean something. And what we have to be wanting is just the truth. Let the chips fall where they may. And it's pretty clear to see where the chips are falling.
But I want to take you to France and I want to tell you a story about a a spy in France right around the turn of the century. This story is terrifying because it shows humans haven't changed. Let me tell you about um a spy. France caught a spy. The year is 1894. Someone inside the army was selling secrets to the Germans and the proof was a torn up memo. the uh the memo was pieced back together uh from scraps in a in a trash can at the German embassy and France needed a traitor and it it had to find this traitor and so it found the one it wanted. His name was Captain Alfred Drifus. He was an artillery officer. He was Jewish. The Jews did it and he was convenient there. The the handwriting was a stretch. The real evidence was really thin. The file that convicted him was so weak that the army kept half of it secret from his own lawyer. None of that mattered. The story was just too satisfying to check for everybody involved. They stripped him of his rank in a courtyard. They broke his sword. They shipped him to a rock off the coast of South America to rot.
Then a new guy took over French intelligence. And this guy's name was uh uh Gor Peicard. He um he was carrying the same racial prejudice. Okay. He had no love for Drifus. He was not a fan. Thought when he got in, thought he was guilty. Um uh it was guilty and hated Jews. Okay. But when he got into office, he intercepted a second scrap of paper. Um the petite blue is what they call it. It's a little blue telegram. When he chased it down, the handwriting on on it matched the memo that had convicted Drifus. Except it wasn't Drifus. It belonged to another officer. This guy was a debtridden hustler. Okay. Esther Hazy, I think, was his name. The wrong man was on Devil's Island. The real traitor was still walking around selling France to Berlin. Okay.
Now, this new intelligence officer, the head of intelligence, could have buried it. And he had every incentive to bury it. He didn't like the man he'd be saving. He He didn't like Jews. It was convenient. There was all kinds of pressure on him to shut his mouth. But he couldn't stomach seeing, you know, seeing this lie, knowing that it was a lie because he found the evidence. So, he told his superiors. His superiors said, "Shut your mouth." admitting the truth is going to embarrass the army. Shut up. When he wouldn't, they didn't. They didn't thank him. They didn't. He opened his mouth. They shipped him to a dangerous post in the Tunisian desert. Then they arrested him. Then they accused him of forging the evidence that proved the truth. Everybody was protecting the comfortable story, you know, forged a document to shore it all up. They forged this thing and and they said that uh you know he was forgering this other document. He should go to but they they were forging a document themselves to incriminate that guy. When their forgery was finally exposed the author cut his own throat in a prison cell.
Now here's the part that if you've ever heard this story, nobody remembers. France retried Drifus. That's the guy who was originally sent to Devil's Island. Okay. And they convicted him again after the forgery, after the forger suicide, after Picart. A second court looked at the collapse of the entire case and found him guilty a second time with extenduating circumstances because the story was still stronger than the facts. The story was so embedded into the culture by that time, nobody wanted to change it. They had a satisfying ending. 12 years for stubborn and unwelcome and inconvenient facts to finally beat a story the whole nation wanted to believe. When it was over, after 12 years, an innocent man was restored and the officer who had been sent to the desert for telling the truth ended up being the minister of war. It's strange because that guy never surrendered. He becomes the minister of war and that's what France is known for, surrendering. So, I don't know how that worked out for him, but but this is the discipline and it's it's harder than the one that pundits are selling you right now because what people are selling you right now is the Jews did it. He didn't really do it. I mean, it it is so transparent now on who actually did this, but it still is. It hasn't gone to trial yet. And a court of law has to it has to go through and we have to say then let the jury of his peers find him guilty or not guilty. Wait for the facts. But pundits are not doing that because there's a story they want to be true. And look at how many of our friends have been lost because they're jumping on the bandwagon and arguing things where they don't have any facts. I mean, I got to show you what data Republican I mean, she just tore Candace Owens apart. Good. But she did it with facts. We have to as a country be willing to find the answer you don't want. The card went looking to catch a fresh traitor. And instead, he found proof that his own army had jailed the wrong man, a man he didn't even like, but he followed it anyway. And he followed it straight into ruin because the alternative was to live inside of a lie because the lie felt better.
Everybody who's screaming about Charlie Kirk right now wants the same thing that France wanted. They want a killer that confirms their story. But what evidence keeps offering instead is a meme poisoned kid who tragically has no story at all. Do we have enough Americans? Do we have enough pearts left who will take the unsatisfying, unsharable, unmonetizable fact over the thrilling conspiracy? Charlie Kirk believed in sunlight, in letting evidence compete and let the better argument win. The way to honor him is not to win the narrative war over his body. It's to want the true answer more than the useful or or satisfying one or one that will advance your agenda when the true one is small and human and refuses to become anyone's cause.