You're Not the Resistance. You're the Problem.

If you’re out here openly advocating for the death of another person ... whether you're saying it directly (at least then you’ve got the spine to be honest about your rot) or slithering around it in that cowardly “won’t someone rid me of this meddlesome priest?” kind of way; you’re a piece of shit. No qualifiers. No footnotes. You're just… garbage.

And yeah, that line? Henry II said it (or something close to it) about Thomas Becket, the Archbishop of Canterbury, who kept pissing him off by not being politically convenient enough. Four knights heard it, figured the king was giving the green light, and rode off to straight-up murder Becket in a cathedral. At the altar. That’s how far some people will go when you plant a violent idea and pretend your hands are clean.

Sound familiar?

Sort of like that asshole who took a shot at our president while he was giving an impassioned speech, killing an innocent bystander in the process? Because, yeah while he pulled the trigger, he didn’t plant the seed. He’s not the only guilty party. The people who spent weeks, months, and years dehumanizing their political opponents and fanning the flames like it was some kind of righteous crusade ... They own a piece of that bullet too.

This is what happens when you treat your fellow citizens like enemies of the state for disagreeing with you.

Right now, there are people — not bots, not trolls, actual citizens of this country — openly saying they hope the President of the United States is assassinated. Not just in code. Not in whispers. But rather full-throatily out loud. Publicly. Shamelessly.

Hey Jackasses... That’s not edgy. That’s not righteous anger. That’s evil. And you are a bad person for doing it.

And here’s what really blows my mind: A huge chunk of these death-cheerleaders are the same ones who plaster their bumpers with “Coexist” stickers and their bios with “Love is love” and “Democracy dies in darkness” non-sense. These are the folks who wear peace signs and scream about unity, all while posting “somebody should just take him out” or “it's too bad he missed” from their phones like they’re auditioning for a spot in the fucking Secret Service watchlist.

You don’t get to hold a candlelight vigil for democracy and then fan the flames of assassination. Pick a lane dip shit.

I didn’t like the last president. Or, honestly, the last several before that. But I never once wished death on them. That’s not how this is supposed to work. We have terms. We have ballots. We have systems (assuming those systems aren't being corrupted.) If those fail, we fix them. We don’t fantasize about blood on the floor.

When you start treating murder like a valid political option, you’ve stepped out of the realm of “passionate citizen” and into “unhinged liability.” You’re not the resistance. You’re not the good guy. You’re the problem.

You want change? Vote. Argue. Protest. Get loud. (Peacefully please..) Hell, run for office if you’ve got the guts. But if your first impulse is to say, “I hope someone kills him” (even with a wink and a nudge), you’ve lost the plot and you’ve transitioned from good guy to bad guy.

And let’s be real honest here: if you’re out here advocating assassination, what you’re really doing is trying to take the easy way out. You either don’t have the patience, the brainpower, or the moral compass to engage with the actual system.

Or maybe your argument is so flawed, so hollow, so worthless, that even you know it can’t hold up in the light. So instead of making your case, you just want to eliminate the person who disagrees with you. “Might makes right,” right? Congratulations. You’ve officially become the villain in the story you think you’re heroing your way through.

You’re not righteous. You’re not revolutionary. You’re just a monster. You are the evil one. Not them.

And if you’re hiding behind that Becket-style plausible deniability, hoping someone else does the dirty work while you stay “technically innocent,” congrats. You’re not just morally bankrupt. You’re a fucking coward and historically predictable.