My Idea Of Justice

Well, now he has it. He got the virus. As I write this, they are putting the President in a Medivac and bringing him to Walter Read Hospital.

The politically correct thing to say is that I wish him well and that I hope he recovers fully and quickly. If I said that, it would be bullshit. To be clear, I do not want him to die. I wish death on no one. What I do wish is for him to suffer.

I want him to suffer as a symbol of justice. I want him to suffer because he deserves it. 

I want him to suffer because of the suffering he has visited on so many others. While this scourge of disease could not have been avoided, it could have been severely curtailed if the Sufferer-in-Chief had been willing to listen to science; if he had not been so concerned with his own interests and had the interests of “we the people” as a priority; if he hadn’t lied to us about the degree of the threat and had imposed greater precautions on a nationwide basis. His fault. His suffering.

I want him to suffer because he brought his condition onto himself. Typically, you can never know why you got sick. But, sometimes you can. Simplistically, if you stay out in the rain without protection for too long, you can catch a pretty serious cold, or even pneumonia. The Sufferer-in-Chief has been walking around in a hurricane without protection for months. No mask.  Events with thousands of similarly unmasked and unseparated people. His fault. His suffering.

I want him to suffer as well for all of the people who have suffered at his hands apart from the virus. All the people he screwed in business. All the people he slandered. All the people whose lives he ruined with his solipsistic view of the world. His fault. His suffering.

There are some who are now saying, “Oh, he must recover because if he is no longer competent to serve or our national security will be at risk.” I even just read something like that in the New York Times.  Bullshit. Freed from the irresponsible, ignorant, immoral oversight of the Orange Menace, our government will be able to better function. The professional, talented, intelligent public employees who populate our government will no longer have to worry about being misdirected by a President who, by the way, was never competent to serve in the first place.

And I don’t want him to die for more than just humane reasons. I don’t want him to die so he can face the music for his historic misconduct.  I want him to live so he can have his loans foreclosed on and, if not go personally bankrupt, at least lose his assets. I want him to live so he can go to trial and go to jail for his frauds.

I try to be as honest a person as I possibly can. Honesty is, to me, the most exalted of qualities. That is one reason I so detest the Sufferer-in-Chief. I would not be honest if I wished Mr, Trump well. And so, I don’t.