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A 23-year-old woman runs from war. Think about that for a second, she left behind everything she knew because her home wasn’t safe. She wanted freedom. She wanted peace. She wanted the goddamn American Dream. And what did she get instead? A nightmare the second she stepped onto a subway car.
Iryna Zarutska was just sitting there, probably tired, probably hopeful about her new life. And behind her? A walking piece of human garbage. A predator. A parasite. A deranged monster who had nothing to offer this world but violence. He pulled out a knife and stabbed her in the neck. Just like that. Dream over. Life over. Her “better life” ended in the coldest, most senseless way imaginable.
And you want to know the part that really makes my blood boil? The bystanders. The so-called “fellow humans” sitting there with front row seats to a young woman bleeding out in front of them. They didn’t fight. They didn’t try. They didn’t even move. Well some did move. They moved AWAY. They got up and walked off like nothing happened, like her death wasn’t even worth their time. Imagine being Iryna in her last moments terrified, bleeding, desperate, and looking around to see people pretending she didn’t exist. What kind of planet is this? What kind of people have we become? It’s not just sickening it’s fucking shameful.
Fast forward to Utah. A university. A place where ideas are supposed to be shared, debated, challenged. That’s the whole damn point of higher education, right? Enter Charlie Kirk. Love him or hate him, he showed up to talk. To speak his mind. To debate. To let people disagree with him. He didn’t bring violence, he brought opinions. He didn’t bring hate, he brought conversation. And for that? For that, he got a bullet.
Do you realize how fucking insane that is? We’ve reached a point where disagreeing with someone doesn’t mean walking away, doesn’t mean debating, doesn’t even mean ignoring them it means killing them. Execution for free speech. That’s where we are now. And the worst part? The absolute darkest, most gut-wrenching part? People are celebrating it. They’re laughing. They’re saying “the world’s a better place.”
What the actual fuck is wrong with you people? You’re dancing on the grave of a 31-year-old man who leaves behind a wife and two children. You’re calling it justice because his opinions made you uncomfortable? That’s not progress. That’s not justice. That’s not activism. That’s rot. That’s moral decay. That’s the cancer killing this planet. And if you think it’s okay, you’re no better than the man who pulled the trigger.
I’m sick of pretending this world isn’t collapsing in on itself. Hate is winning. Indifference is winning. Violence is the new debate. And here I am, looking at my kids, terrified. Terrified because I don’t know how to explain this shit to them. How do I sit them down and say, “Hey kids, the world doesn’t care about your dreams. It doesn’t care about your safety. It doesn’t care about your opinions. If you’re unlucky enough, it’ll snuff you out in a subway or a lecture hall and then cheer while you die”?
This isn’t the world I wanted to raise them in. It’s not the world any parent should have to raise their kids in. But here we are. A world where love is a punchline, compassion is extinct, and humanity is circling the fucking drain. I don’t even feel safe taking my kids outside half the time because I don’t know what kind of nightmare they’ll witness. Will it be another stabbing? Another shooting? Or maybe just strangers walking past suffering without giving a single damn.
Every day, it feels like we’re hitting fast forward on our own destruction. And nobody’s slamming the brakes. Nobody’s standing up and saying enough is enough. Instead, people cheer the collapse. They high-five hate. They pour gasoline on the fire and call it “justice.”
This world isn’t just broken, it’s diseased. It’s a full-blown cancer, spreading fast, and the worst part is most people don’t even want a cure. They’re feeding it. They’re protecting it. They’re nurturing it because it gives them something to scream about, something to belong to, something to destroy. And if we don’t cut it out, if we don’t rip this cancer from the roots, then we’re done. All of us. There won’t be a future worth living in, just ashes and rage and empty celebrations over other people’s misery.
And that’s the part that fucking kills me. Because I don’t want my kids growing up in a world like this. I don’t want them to inherit a planet where human life is disposable, where opinions are deadly, and where compassion is extinct. But if we keep going the way we’re going, that’s exactly what they’re going to get. A doomed, rotting, hateful world.
So yeah, maybe we are fucked. Maybe it’s already too late. But if there’s even a shred of humanity left, even the smallest ember of what it means to actually give a damn about each other, then drastic changes need to happen now. Not tomorrow. Not someday. NOW. Because if we keep going like this, if we keep letting hate and apathy run the show, then we’re all finished. End of story.
