I feel sorry for the civil servants and whistleblowers who’ve had to contend with death threats after he put targets on their backs. I feel sorry for every plumber he’s stiffed, every student he’s conned, and every “sucker” he’s stolen from.
I feel sorry for everyone and everything he’s ever touched, because, as Rick Wilson so often says: everything he touches dies.
I feel sorry for a helluva lot of people whose lives he’s destroyed.
But I sure as fuck do not feel sorry for him.
After a lifetime of getting away with every conceivable atrocity and abuse, he has finally been held accountable for his unrivaled, unending depravity.
He has finally found the fuck out.
And there is not one single inch of my person, not one infinitesimal speck of my body, mind or soul, that feels even the slightest flicker of sorry for him.
That evil, heartless, disturbingly cruel son-of-a-bitch made his bed long ago, and now he gets to lie in it.
Sorry not sorry, Felon Don.
Like you’ve said about school shootings, you’re just going to have to get over it.