There’s an account I follow on the Bluesky platform called ‘Wake Me Up When He Dies’. The ‘He’, in case you hadn’t guessed, is Donald Trump. Hate, as we all know, is a very strong word and sometimes when we say we hate someone or something, we merely dislike them. Hate is such a strong word that it should be used sparingly for those who deserve the hatred. Looking forward to someone’s death is something else altogether.
Donald Trump is someone I have never met and never will, thank goodness, but I cannot describe my feelings towards him without adding that I hate, loathe and despise him. The things he says, the things he does, his petty vindictiveness, his small-minded attitude, his racism, his criminality. The list never ends. Would the world be a better place without him? Well, he’s surrounded by like-minded fascists and fascist sympathisers who would likely continue his ‘work’, but in the end it’s all about him and I doubt that MAGA would be so powerful without the man who came up with it. Do I wish he was dead? Yep. There. I said it.
I don’t always think that bad and indeed evil people would be better off dead. I’d like to think I’m a bit better than that. I might have said I wanted Margaret Thatcher was dead – in fact I am sure I did say that more than once – but maybe that was me being controversial for the sake of it. I certainly drank Champagne on the night she died because of the way she changed this country for the worse, almost certainly permanently, but my main wish was that she simply piss off from public life rather than die.
I do not believe in Capital punishment and would prefer even the most heinous criminals to spend the rest of their lives in prison. Yet when the likes of Peter Sutcliffe, the so-called Yorkshire Ripper, died in prison, the world became a better place. Weirdly, you might think, I wanted him to grow old in prison, terrified every day of being attacked by fellow murderers and perverts and having all that time to consider what he had done. A lifetime of punishment. Did I hate him? I honestly don’t know. I don’t think I felt anything. He didn’t deserve my thoughts.
People like Elon Musk, Rupert Murdoch, Nigel Farage, to name but three. Very bad people whose every move makes the world a colder, darker place. Yes, I hate them all. More than Peter Sutcliffe? I reckon so. These three people rely on the rest of us being stupid enough to believe their lies and truth-twisting and gaslighting and trolling. Do I want them to die? Probably not. I’d like to think that they can be defeated by way of argument. Wishful thinking? Probably since these are extremely powerful individuals, elites, pretending to stand up to the establishment that they actually are. Someone like Trump is beyond help. There is no chance he would be swayed and persuaded by argument. Truth and facts mean nothing in Trumpworld.
I’m not intending to sleep until Trump dies so there will be no need to wake me up, assuming somewhat optimistically that I will outlive him. But as with Hitler and other dictators, fascist or otherwise, the world will light up when he dies.
The world in 2025 is a complete mess. To make it less of a mess, we need more good people and less bad ones. The end of Trump, one way or another, will be a start, if nothing else. Death to Trump? Just whisper it.
