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“You can disagree with someone’s politics. You can debate, argue, walk away.

But to celebrate their pain? That’s not love. That’s hypocrisy.”

-Ivyonna Corrine

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A Rare Voice of Respect

Today, I am angry. I am sad. And most of all, I am heartbroken.

I’ve spent countless hours watching Charlie Kirk stand his ground in debates. He wasn’t the loudest in the room. He wasn’t the one slinging insults or rolling his eyes when someone disagreed.

No—Charlie Kirk was calm, steady, and razor sharp.

He had this way of dismantling arguments without ever demeaning the person making them.

Always respectful. Always composed. Always on point.

That mattered to me. Because in a world where shouting matches pass for dialogue and hostility masquerades as passion, Charlie’s evenness was rare. It was needed. And now, it’s gone.

A Man, Not Just a Public Figure

This wasn’t just “a conservative speaker.” This was a man.

A husband. A father. A friend. A son.

Someone whose family is grieving tonight in a way most of us can’t begin to comprehend.

It’s easy for people on screens to forget that public figures are flesh and blood, with people at home who love them. Behind every headline is a family shattered, children who will never again feel their father’s arms, a wife who will never again hear her husband’s laugh.

And yet—unbelievably, disgustingly—some are celebrating. Laughing. Cheering. Smirking at the death of a man they disagreed with.

Hypocrisy at Its Loudest

Do you see the problem?

These are the same voices who hashtag “love everyone.” The same ones who light up their profiles with “end world violence.” The same ones who preach “tolerance” as if it were the highest virtue.

But tolerance, it seems, only applies if you agree with them.

Peace only matters until someone speaks a truth they don’t like.

Love becomes a slogan, not a boundary—easy to shout until it’s tested in real life.

You can disagree with someone’s politics. You can debate, argue, walk away.

But to celebrate their pain? To clap at violence?

That’s not love.

That’s hypocrisy.

Why This Matters So Much

Charlie Kirk believed in conversation. He believed in hashing things out, standing firm, and respecting others—even when the divide was wide.

And now, because someone thought violence was an acceptable answer, the world has lost a voice for dialogue.

Worse, the world has revealed its ugly underbelly: that far too many people don’t actually believe in the love and peace they post about daily.

This isn’t about politics anymore. This is about humanity.

And humanity is failing when we clap for the death of those we disagree with.

My Heartbreak

I can’t stop thinking about his wife tonight. His kids.

How they’ll never get another ordinary day with him. The way a dinner chair will sit empty. The birthdays he’ll miss. The graduations. The weddings.

It’s easy to dehumanize someone from a distance.

But this man’s family will live with this loss forever.

My heart is shattered for them. And it’s shattered for all of us—because if we keep pretending this is okay, if we allow ourselves to cheer for hate, then the world isn’t nearly as full of love and peace as people want to believe.

A Call to Be Better

If you claim to want peace—prove it when it’s hard.

If you say you stand for love—show it when someone you oppose is in pain.

If you shout “tolerance”—practice it in the moments it costs you the most.

Charlie Kirk deserved better. His family deserves better.

And we, as a society, must be better.

Because right now? This is heartbreaking. And it has to change.

To His Family

To Charlie’s wife, his children, and every person who loved him—please know that many of us are grieving with you tonight.

We may not share your last name or sit at your dinner table, but we feel the weight of this loss deeply.

Charlie’s life and his voice mattered. His calm strength, his even tone, his commitment to respectful dialogue—it impacted more people than you’ll ever know. He showed us what it meant to stand firm without being cruel, to debate without demeaning, to love truth while respecting people.

That legacy doesn’t end here.

May you find comfort in the knowledge that your husband, your father, your friend, left a mark of courage, clarity, and kindness in a world desperate for all three.

Our prayers are with you. Our hearts break for you. And we will remember him with respect.

Much Love, Journeys With Jani

Today was one of those days.

Not a meltdown day. Not a catastrophe. Just… still.

I didn’t shower. I didn’t clean. I didn’t talk—out loud.

I watched TV. I worked on some content. I poked around my weekly schedule. That’s about it.

Some days, I feel perfectly fine. Solid. Functional. Even funny.

Other days? It’s like I’ve never dealt with a damn thing in my life.

My mind is a magician. A good one. She’s got a whole stage show going—spotlights, mirrors, applause. She can make you think I’ve got it all together. Honestly, she can make me believe it too.

But just when the illusion feels real, she reaches down into that fancy top hat and pulls out a rabbit.

Only it’s not a fluffy little bun-bun.

It’s a hideous, twisted thing. A reminder. A trigger. A memory I thought I’d burned.

Most of the time, I’m pretty quick. I stuff that monster back down into the hat and smile through the final act. The crowd never even notices.

But not today.

Today, I just… let it be. Quiet. Still.

It’s not defeat. It’s not weakness. It’s just part of it.

And it works—for the most part.

No hashtags. No call to action. Just truth.

XOXO, Jani