America feels feverish. Every tragedy, every outrage, every breaking headline arrives as tinder in a room already burning. The murder of Charlie Kirk became, almost instantly, a political hammer — and worse, a lie that slotted too neatly into the script our leaders have used for years.

The suspect did not fit the “radical left” caricature, yet politicians rushed in, weaponizing grief, pointing fingers where they did not belong. That reflex — to blame, to split, to score — is not a mistake. It’s a symptom of a deeper illness: a vacuum of leadership and a nation that has forgotten how to remember.

On September 11, a day we swore we would never forget, we seemed to do so almost instantly. The memory of shared loss and unity faded, and the emotion of that day — fear, grief, rage — has too of

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