🚨 Candace Owens Drops Bombshell: Billionaire “Kill List” Targets Charlie Kirk, Bill Ackman at the Center of Deadly Plot.H1

The conservative echo chamber, already humming with the raw grief of a movement robbed of its young lion, just got a Molotov cocktail tossed into the mix. On a crisp November evening in 2025, Candace Owens— the unapologetic provocateur whose voice has long cut through the noise like a switchblade—went live on her podcast, her eyes blazing with that familiar cocktail of fury and conviction. “Tyler Robinson is not suicidal,” she declared, her tone slicing through the digital airwaves like a verdict. “The entire narrative about him confessing to his dad? Complete fiction. He maintains his innocence, and he’s never even set foot on UVU campus.” It wasn’t hyperbole. It was a gauntlet thrown at the feet of the FBI, the media, and a cadre of billionaire power players she claims had Charlie Kirk’s name scrawled on a hit list long before that fateful shot rang out on September 10.

Kirk’s assassination at Utah Valley University (UVU) in Orem, Utah, remains a wound that refuses to scab over. The 31-year-old wunderkind of the right, founder of Turning Point USA (TPUSA)—a juggernaut that ballooned from dorm-room debates to a $100-million mobilization machine for Trump’s ground game—was mid-riff on cultural decay when a single, precise crack shattered the afternoon calm. Over 3,000 attendees—five times the expected crowd—watched in frozen horror as Kirk clutched his neck, staggered, and collapsed in a crimson pool, his final words lost to the screams and scrambling security. Airlifted to Intermountain Medical Center, he clung for hours before the monitors flatlined, leaving behind a widow, two toddlers, and a movement in mourning. President Trump, who’d called him a “secret weapon,” decreed October 14—a day shy of Kirk’s 32nd birthday—a National Day of Remembrance, while VP JD Vance headlined a 90,000-strong memorial at State Farm Stadium, eulogizing the “unbreakable” activist as a “martyr for truth.”

The official tale snapped into focus fast: Tyler James Robinson, a 22-year-old drifter from Washington County, Utah, born April 16, 2003, perched on an unchecked rooftop 142 yards away, his grandfather’s pre-1968 World War I rifle—sans serial number, per vintage exemptions—firing the fatal round. Robinson’s manifesto seethed against “fascist enablers,” his prints on the bolt-action relic, and a rooftop leap caught on grainy cams sealed the lone-wolf portrait. Turned in by his parents after a family friend—a retired Washington County detective—flagged his likeness in news blasts, Robinson surrendered peacefully on September 11, facing aggravated murder and a potential death penalty. Utah County Attorney Jeff Gray decried it as “ideological rage,” a gag order muffled the 3,000-plus witnesses, and by mid-October, the FBI’s $100,000 reward line had gone quiet, the probe ballooning into a federal affair with whispers of foreign fingerprints.

But Owens, the Yale alumna turned TPUSA alumna whose 4.5 million YouTube subscribers hang on her every unfiltered utterance, isn’t swallowing the script. In her November 24 episode, “The Kirk Kill List,” she didn’t just poke holes—she dynamited the dam. “The FBI’s own scanner description doesn’t match Tyler,” she fumed, replaying audio of a “young, skilled operative” in “all black, tactical helmet, vest, long gun, mask”—a far cry from the lanky Robinson, whose blurry arrest photo and “suicidal” texts Owens brands “federal fiction.” “He wasn’t on campus—never has been,” she insisted, citing unnamed sources who swear the “confession” was coerced, the dad’s “tip-off” inverted: a detective pal looped the family after cops ID’d Tyler from CCTV. No clear video of him at UVU, she hammered—just a grainy runner post-shot, and fingerprints? “Not the only ones on that gun.” Owens looped in Lance Twiggs, Robinson’s partner, as the “deeper player,” her TMZ-clipped maroon-shirted figure hours pre-shooting a “patsy prop” in a multi-man misdirect.

The real venom, though, Owens reserved for the “kill list”—a shadowy ledger she claims billionaires etched Kirk’s name on after he dared defy their donor dollars. Enter Bill Ackman, the hedge-fund titan whose $4 billion Pershing Square empire has long bankrolled pro-Israel causes. Weeks before the shot, Owens alleges, Ackman staged a Hamptons “intervention”—a tense lunch ambush where Kirk, fresh off auditing TPUSA’s books, got blackmailed into an Israel jaunt. “Bibi Netanyahu called him personally,” Owens thundered, quoting Kirk’s supposed plea: “We just need a Holocaust Museum photo op.” Ackman, fuming over Kirk’s Epstein-file nods and Gaza gripes, allegedly threatened funding freezes, a “moral blackmail” that had Kirk showing up at Catholic Mass, his evangelical fire dimming. “He was done being controlled,” Owens said, flashing a September 2 memo where Kirk greenlit the “DOGE department”—a DOGE-inspired efficiency squad under new COO Justin Streiff, tasked with slashing costs, unifying metrics, and “reshaping company culture.” One week later? Dead.

Ackman’s clapback was swift and scorching: “I’ve never threatened Charlie Kirk or Turning Point—cordial interactions only,” he posted on X September 17, his 1.2 million followers amplifying the denial. TPUSA exec producer Andrew Kolvet echoed: “Bill never yelled, never pressed on Bibi—no offenses list.” Kirk’s exec producer Andrew Kolvet added: “Charlie told me it was productive.” But Owens doubled down, teasing “more names” like Seth Dillon, and framing the audit as Kirk’s Rubicon—sniffing “vendor conflicts” and “phantom contracts” that could torch megadonors. “He was about to expose where the money really went,” she claimed, insiders tipping forensic accountants now poring over 990s. ProPublica’s 2023 deep-dive had already flagged TPUSA’s “questionable” reporting under Kirk—$389 million raised since 2012, with insiders like co-founder Bill Montgomery auditing his own outfit till his 2018 exit. Owens tied it to Ackman’s “upset” post-shooting tweet: “Privileged to share a meal with Charlie this summer—a giant of a man.” Coincidence? Or coded closure?

Owens’ bombshell didn’t bloom in isolation. Her “intuition” premonition—posted September 1, nine days before the shot—chilled retroactively: “Overwhelming sense of doom… imminent danger is coming.” She linked it to Utah’s “Beehive State” symbolism, Mormon metaphors of collective control twisting into “worker bee indoctrination” in public schools—a coded cry against the “system” she believes orchestrated the hit. “Bees” echoed in gothic forums like “Buzzard and Bees,” a Provo-tied site flagged by her sleuths via face-rec leads from a Shainer photo. Owens swears Kirk texted a staffer “They are going to kill me” September 9, a prophet’s plea amid his “moral blackmail” spiral—Catholic masses replacing evangelical fire, bridges burned with pro-Israel allies like Shapiro.

The backlash? A MAGA maelstrom. Kirk’s pastor rebuked Owens as “conspiracy-mongering,” while Tucker Carlson nodded: “Kirk loved Israel but hated Netanyahu’s U.S. war-waging.” Eric Bolling on PBD spilled: Owens and Kirk drifted post-2019, her “rabbit holes” too deep for his donor dance. Yet her 4.5 million subs lapped it up, #KirkKillList trending with 2.8 million impressions by November 25. Ackman’s “defamatory” slap earned a Substack smackdown from Owens: “He disputes—happy to hear it.” FBI silence? “Pressuring Utah to lone-gunman wrap,” she alleges, scanners screaming “foreign agent” while Robinson’s “suicide” yarn crumbles.

Two months on, as Thanksgiving tables groan under the weight of uneasy toasts, Kirk’s shadow stretches long. Erika helms TPUSA with “battlecry” vows, donations doubling amid the din, but whispers of “shills” in his chair have Owens raging: “I’ll be an enemy—nothing stops me.” Ackman? Back to Pershing Square, his Israel PACs unbowed. Owens? Podcast empire intact, her “doom” dream a rallying cry for the fringe faithful. In a movement forged in truth’s fire, Kirk’s killing fans flames of doubt—donor daggers or deep-state decoy? As bees buzz in Utah’s hive, one truth hums: In power’s parlor games, audits audit back, and silence? That’s the deadliest shot of all.