I keep quoting this bit from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy in the hopes that it will happen to Trump. It hasn't happened yet, but if we're lucky tonight...
his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
Seeing as I can't actually make it happen and it's not going to happen because I wished for it, that means its okay with you for me to wish for your death?
Let's maybe focus instead of not wishing death on people? How about I wish Trump was in jail for his crimes and wasn't able to compete in the race.
You are welcome to wish that my large intestine becomes sentient, makes its way through my body up to my brain and then starves it of oxygen for the betterment of humanity.
Why do you think I would care about that even a little?
Careful dude. The small intestine is weak and dumb. But that large one? It's sneaky. Just been biding it's time until it strikes. You open that window and you might not be able to close it.
I used to be principled like you, but this man has the potential to cause death and destruction on a scale so unfathomably larger than one person. Would I prefer he face justice? Absolutely. But at some point "not wishing death on someone" flies in the face of the greater good of humanity