Trump’s Hell

Last night, I foolishly checked social media for the latest news just before going to bed, and saw more of the evilness of the Trump regime.  As I was getting ready for bed, I started thinking of ways I’d love to just fuck with Trump.  What I came up with, was if I had the power – maybe I found a few dozen magic lamps and after I did what I could to make the world better, I’d save a few to fuck with those trying to destroy the planet – I’d make Trump have the same nightmare every night for the rest of his miserable life.  In it, he’d show up to the Pearly Gates and he’d see a bunch of people inside having the time of their … afterlives.  I’d say that two of these people would be Renée Good and Alex Pretti, but I doubt Trump even knows their names let alone what they look like.  So maybe there would be Jimmy Carter and other people Trump despises.  They would wave to him, maybe even motioning him to join them, but as soon as he takes a step forward, a giant hole opens up and drops him to Hell.

Once I was in bed, I started to wonder what Trump’s Hell would be like.  What punishments does he deserve?  This is what I came up with.  For an appetizer, there are probably a billion people who know enough about him to form some opinion on him.  And I think he should hear all of them.  It would start with some magat going on and on about how great he is, and then there would be a hundred people talking about what an evil shit he is.  At first, he’d probably just ignore the whining of libs, but then he’d find out what some of his inner circle really think of him, which I’d bet is most of them are just waiting for the shitty moron to die so they could use his death for their own political reasons. 

For the main course, I think everyone who hates Trump should be able to put as many suggestions they care to in a suggestion box for punishments.  And then Satan – or whatever demon he outsources Trump’s punishment to – just goes through all of them.  You’d have annoying ones like he plays a hundred rounds of golf with Obama, who always manages to beat him by one point, or however golf is scored.  And then the next suggestion would have someone like “The Mountain” swing a sledgehammer into his crotch, once for every thrust Trump made into a child.  Once that was done, Trump could then relive the last ten minutes of every person who died because of him.  Some would be gasping for breath after his piss poor handling of Covid, and then he’d be some fisherman having a beer, and then his boat explodes. 

So I had some nice thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.