M. Donald Trump, I wish you sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, many more years of life

[syringis]

Allow me to detail my very sincere wishes for the many years, decades, which I really and sincerely wish you:

- that you live in the darkest misery, in the most cruel of destitution,

- that you will the victim of acrimony, wickedness, injustice and arbitrariness. These charming benefits that you currently masterly practice,

- that you have absolutely no one, not even God, to turn to ,

- that you suffer in your flesh from non-fatal but debilitating and disabling diseases,

- that you suffer from the sovereign contempt of your contemporaries,

- that you suffer from the apocalyptic judgment that History will carry on you, already during your lifetime,

- that you suffer a hundredfold what your wretched, vile, pathetic and useless person, with a soul as black as the coal that you so ardently advocate, what you are now making your fellow citizens and the world suffer ,

The only thing I do not wish, is you, to be recognized as the worst scum the Americans have ever known and endured. It's useless and for good reason: you already are!

Looking forward to seeing you soon, weeping blood tears.

With my deepest disdain,

Signed : a true American and America lover, which you do absolutely not represent, and an authentic admirer of what your predecessors of goodwill, even the worse, accomplished.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

1. I want him to live like this:

He's dead broke and living alone in a run-down double-wide in a seedy trailer park somewhere in Alabama. He spends his days sitting on the steps of his humble home drinking diet Pepsi, eating KFC and railing about the injustices done to him. He has become dangerously obese; his old clothes no longer fit so most of the time he wears XXX-L sweat pants and a stained sleeveless undershirt along with, incongruously, a six-foot-long red polyester necktie. Because he is no longer able to manage his hairdo, and he's become increasingly bald, his fringe of stringy, now-gray hair hangs almost to his shoulders, revealing his shiny, blotchy scalp. His neck wattles obscure his actual neck almost entirely.

He is living off proceeds from the sale of some items of personal property that Melania missed when she cleaned out the New York apartment and took off for Slovenia; these included several sets of monogrammed gold cufflinks and a roomful of dictator-Baroque gilded chairs. He kept the throniest-looking chair to sit in at night while he watches Fox News on a small, very old tv with a coat hanger for an antenna, hoping Sean Hannity will mention him, but he never does. Don Jr. sometimes writes to him from prison but the rest of his family is in Brazil, which does not have an extradition treaty with the U.S., and he hasn't heard from them in months.

He wonders what he will do when he has sold the last set of cufflinks. The pawn shop owner is not very generous, and the only collectors who might be interested are those unemployed neckbeards who live in their parents' basements and collect knockoff Nazi memorabilia.

Sometimes he waddles over to the neighbors' trash bins and pokes around in them with a stick, never with his little hands, hoping to find a copy of the New York Times or the Washington Post that might have an article about him. He wonders if Maggie Haberman still writes about him. Since his neighbors do not subscribe to these newspapers, he is able to imagine that his name still appears in them from time to time. Sometimes he finds uneaten French fries in the bins, which is a nice bonus when it happens, but most of the time the neighbors chase him away.

At night, after he turns off the last Fox News show, he strips to his graying, stretched-out tighty-whities and collapses on his stained mattress. It's hot, as usual, and he smells like sweat, farts and fast-food grease. There is no air conditioning, but he has a small, rattling fan that he shoplifted from Wal-Mart. The torn screens let in the mosquitoes, which attack his blubbery flesh with relish, and the feeble air from the rattling fan does nothing to blow them away. He hopes that by tomorrow afternoon there will be some Big Mac scraps in the dumpster behind the McDonald's down the road.

Maybe he'll try calling Sean Hannity in the morning if he has enough minutes left on his cell phone. He finally falls asleep as he imagines being invited to join Fox as a commentator.

[syringis]

2. Hi Velveteen Ocelot

I like your vision

You detail far more than me the way we want him to live.

My OP is a sort of "formal mail style"

I feel better now that I spewed my revulsion. Trump is the most worthless of all human beings !

[ProudLib72]

3. Maybe Kellyanne can divorce her current hubby and shack up with the Don

in that double wide. He can constantly ask her opinion of how he looks and whether or not he is still great, and she can lie through her teeth. Since he knows that he employed Kellyanne for the sole purpose of lying, he never knows if he can trust what she tells him. Her words give him a few moments exhilaration until he realizes she is most certainly lying. Then he crashes hard into despair. That makes him need a pick me up, so he asks Kellyanne if he was a good president. She answers in the affirmative, which drives him harder into despair. The cycle continues like this day after tormenting day.

[Aristus]

5. I love it.

May it come to pass...

[smirkymonkey]

10. That is a lovely vision!

You have a very fertile imagination, especially compared to mine. I just wanted him six-feet under. Your fantasy is much more descriptive!

[demtenjeep]

4. I like them all-but don't forget to include his lack of health-care because he fucked it up

and now when he needs it due to the worsening heart disease he brought on himself people tell him to stop being a freeloader and pull himself up from his bootstraps



actually, I want him to live the rest of his life in Leavenworth wondering who turned on him

[Aristus]

6. Excellent, syringis!

Kicked & recommended.

[syringis]

9. Hi Aristus

I was enraged when I wrote this.

Well, I'm still. It is the Trump effect on me. I suppose he has the same effect on many people.

[Aristus]

13. I couldn't tell...

[syringis]

14. LOL

[RainCaster]

7. Fuck the trailer park idea- prison is where he belongs

For the rest of his miserable life.

[syringis]

11. Hi RainCaster

Put him wherever you want. Crucify him in a zoo, it's fine with me.

I just want him to feel the pain in each single cell of his vile person !

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

15. The only problem with prison

is that he'd wind up in a minimum-security facility (not that those are especially lovely) where he'd have relatively comfortable accommodations, regular if not excellent meals, medical care, activities, and the company of others. People like him - con men - can actually do pretty well in prison. Bernie Madoff, for example, has become something of a hero now that he's in the joint. "There is, as it happens, honor among thieves, a fact that worked mostly to Madoff’s benefit. In the context of prison, he isn’t a cancer on society; he’s a success, admired for his vast accomplishments. “A hero,” wrote Robert Rosso, a lifer, on a website he managed to found called convictinc .com. “He’s arguably the greatest con of all time.”" A lot more here - describing how Madoff is keeping his ego satisfied in prison:

Yet even in this crowd, Madoff stands out. Every inmate remembers the day he arrived. “It was like the president was visiting,” a visitor to Butner that day told me. News helicopters buzzed overhead, and the administration locked down part of the prison, confining some inmates to their units, while an aging con man with high blood pressure shuffled through processing, where other inmates fitted him for a uniform and offered a brief orientation: “Man, chill out and go with the flow, ” was the advice of one former drug dealer.

Quickly, the flow came to Madoff. From the moment he alighted, he had “groupies,” according to several inmates. Prisoners trailed him as he took his exercise around the track. (Persico had also attracted a throng when he arrived, but was disgusted and quickly put an end to it.) “They buttered him up,” one former inmate told me. “Everybody was trying to kiss his ass,” says Shawn Evans, who spent 28 months in Butner. They even clamored for his autograph.

And Madoff was usually more than happy to respond. “He enjoyed being a celebrity,” says Nancy Fineman, an attorney to whom Madoff granted an interview shortly after his arrival at Butner. (Fineman represents victims who are suing some of Madoff’s “aiders and abettors,” as she calls them.) Madoff seemed surprised and tickled by the lavish treatment, though he steadfastly refused to sign anything. Even in prison, he wasn’t going to dilute the brand. “He was sure they would sell it on eBay,” Fineman told me. “He still did have a big ego.”

https://nymag.com/news/crimelaw/66468/

Trump and Madoff are cut from the same cloth, and it would be just the same for Trump in prison, only more so. He'd be much more wretched and miserable in my trailer park scenario, alone, poor and forgotten. Unfortunately, neither that nor prison are likely to happen.

[dalton99a]

8. .

[syringis]

12. Hi Dalton

Oh, yes !!!

But not "some form". I want him to take his own medicine.

[Orsino]

16. I would just like him to live long enough to understand what he has done...

...and to begin healing some of the damage.

It's a fantasy, I suppose.

[MurrayDelph]

17. I want him to have a long life

in a small room with no Internet access, no TV access, no video recordings, and nothing to pass the time but big books with no pictures.