‘YOU Caused This’: Obama Slammed For His Statement On Charlie Kirk

Barack Obama reacted to Charlie Kirk’s assassination

by condemning the violence and offering prayers,

but critics slammed his response as “tone deaf.”

Fox’s Clay Travis accused Obama and Democrats

of fueling hatred by portraying Trump supporters as Nazis,

arguing such rhetoric emboldens extremists. Sen.

Elizabeth Warren dismissed claims

her party’s words contributed, saying,

“Why don’t you start with the President?”

Meanwhile, the FBI confirmed the

Utah shooting was a targeted attack,

with the gunman believed

to have fired from a rooftop in dark clothing.

Authorities are urging the public to share tips,

while Donald Trump blamed “radical Left”

rhetoric for creating the climate that led to Kirk’s murder.

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