I know we all say this in one way or another every day we even dare peek into our public ever-churning kaleidoscope of atrocity, but every last feral fucking joy-hating death-worshipping botched abortion of a person who helped make this happen should see locusts and aphids eat everything they attempt to grow and watch sinkholes consume their homes and experience everyone who ever loved them shunning them until they cough up some unidentified alien black vomit and die dessicated and alone, leaving the world to draw a healing clean breath for their passing from it.