One of the things this age of stupidity and hatred has done to me is to have me actively hoping for the death of one sad old man, and taking solace in the fact that he's a known coward and is no doubt terrified at the prospect of his approaching end. I hate him even more for making me feel this way.

I empathize with you. I don’t like the feeling.

I don't want to lead my life that way, but his malign influence oozes into *everything*. 🤢

exactly! I didn’t get to write the headline.