Trump is dying

I was thinking along the lines of The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come in Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol.

I think he should be buried alongside Ivanka Trump.

( Have you ever seen that Ted Danson scene in that movie, “Creep Show” ? )

Bravo.

I don’t want the Orange Peril to die. Not immediately.

I want him to collapse suddenly into a drooling, incoherent, pissing, shitting* pile of protoplasm in front of a crowd. Preferably on live television. Which would finally reveal his true nature, and may cause as many as 10% of the MAGAsses to reflect on the choice they made (though I wouldn’t bet any substantial portion of my life savings on that happening).

* More than he usually is or does

Or not incoherent (or no more than usual). I want him to be fully aware of and humiliated by his decomposition as it occurs.

My phone again fucked things up. Discourse does not work well in iOS 26. That wasn’t meant for this thread.

Exactly… keep him alive and conscience with tubes in every orifice.

One percent, at best. The others will follow the lead of RNC attendees who wore sanitary pads on their ears, post-“shooting.” If Donald starts drooling in public, look for his online store to start selling Patriot Drool Bags, to be worn by those who are real devotees!

As for this thread: I cherish the hope that what the mod responding to the news will add to the thread title, is

Satan Has Called Him Home

Moving on:

I know we decided to end this digression, but I just wanted to say: this is really well-worded (and I agree with it).

I know I’ve referenced Karma (with various wordings) over the years, but in fact I don’t think it happens outside of the mind of the relevant person. In other words, if someone who’s done cruel and destructive things starts to suffer from guilt, that would be a kind of karma. But for the shameless and guilt-immune, there isn’t any guaranteed “justice.” What we decide to take to be “justice” can happen to such people via natural events or human actions, but there’s no guarantee of that, and if it does happen, we’re just choosing to interpret it as “justice.”

The only “justice” we can be sure of with regard to Donald is the knowledge that he’s a black hole of miserable insecurity. He occasionally is cheered when performing malicious acts, but otherwise he’s not a happy person.

I’m just waiting to say:

De mortuis, bonum tantum dic.

Trump mortuus est

Bonum

Of the dead, say only good.

Trump is dead.

Good.

I think there is a 60% chance when he dies it will be while he’s on the toilet.

Unfortunately, for some people with a victim mentality, they are actually happy about not being happy. They get off on being the “persecuted hero who doesn’t get the credit he deserves and is fighting against injustice.” Trump may get considerable dopamine from that image of himself, especially when he has many millions of MAGA and a lot of right-wing media all too quick to encourage that martyr notion. So he may actually be having fun in his misery.

I have known multiple people exactly like that in real life.

What miserable people these assholes are.

The bigglyest tubes eva inserted into any POTUS of course.

And as a nitpick it’s conscious, the man doesn’t have a conscience.

Yes, he wouldn’t deserve anything so hauntingly lovely. Although maybe Verdi’s “Dies Irae” as he’s dumped into the hole?

Please no. That man has nothing on Elvis. Dying on the crapper to too big an honour for Trump.

Be sure to not give him and ‘Auto-Pen’. We would be fucked worse than we already are.

To quote Westley in The Princess Bride:

I know that when the great man’s time comes as it must, my friends and family will come together in reverent memoriam to console one another in apprehension of the sunless days ahead. And what more appropriate for the occasion than cheap, disposable plastic GOLD picnicware!

“175PCS Solid Gold Plastic Plates with Gold Rim, gold disposable dinnerware sets Include 25 Dinner Plates, 25 Dessert Plates, 25 Cutlery Sets, 25 Napkins Perfect for Party & Thanksgiving

ETA: in 2016, Donald Trump identified Peggy Lee’s “Is That all there Is” as his favorite song. I refuse to allow that creep to spoil this Kurt Weil-inspired Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller composition.

Evidently the journalists agree with us:

His dirge should be

      … I own my own pet virus
       I get to pet and name her
       Her milk is my shit
       My shit is her milk

 

(with no apologies to Kurt)