Charlie Kirk Shared Haunting Final Post Jus

Conservative activist Charlie Kirk shared a haunting final post just minutes before being shot at a campus event in Utah.

Donald Trump announced the death of the right-wing activist on his Truth Social platform.

The statement reads: “The Great, and even Legendary, Charlie Kirk, is dead. No one understood or had the Heart of the Youth in the United States of America better than Charlie.

“He was loved and admired by ALL, especially me, and now, he is no longer with us.

“Melania and my Sympathies go out to his beautiful wife Erika, and family. Charlie, we love you!”

The incident occurred on Wednesday, September 10, as he addressed a large crowd of students, with thousands in attendance.

Kirk, the executive director of Turning Point USA, was attacked during an on-campus event at Utah Valley University (UVU) in the U.S.

Footage shared on X, formerly known as Twitter, shows Kirk speaking at the event when a loud bang is heard, and he appears to be struck in the neck.

The video depicts the conservative commentator shutting his eyes and falling backward in his chair as blood is seen coming from the wound.

But just minutes before his brutal death, the activist shared a haunting final post.

Kirk shared a post addressing the stabbing of 23-year-old Iryna Zarutska late last month, who died after being fatally struck on a train in North Carolina, U.S.

The young woman had recently arrived in the U.S. seeking safety and ‘new beginnings’ after fleeing her war-torn country.

Decarlos Brown Jr., a 34-year-old, has been subsequently charged with first-degree murder, after striking the woman three times.

Kirk had paid tribute to the young woman just prior to his own death.

Posting on X, he wrote: “If we want things to change, it’s 100% necessary to politicize the senseless murder of Iryna Zarutska because it was politics that allowed a savage monster with 14 priors to be free on the streets to kill her.”

Following Kirk’s brutal death, The Justice Department is investigating the shooting, as Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche described it as a ‘senseless act of violence.’

Addressing Kirk’s final post, one fan on X wrote: “If this was your final statement, rest assured that it will be taken to heart – both for her and for you.”

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