Normally, I could put everything aside, political and otherwise, when a person is ill with a potentially life-threatening illness. So, when I heard that Trump tested positive for Covid-19 and went to Walter Reed, I thought I should feel bad . . just the humanity of it.
But, I didn’t.
I should explain. I don’t hate Donald Trump. He is an ignorant, self-destructive sociopath that torches everyone around him, just to watch them burn. But, I don’t hate him. I hate what he does. I hate what he stands for. He is a disgusting excuse of a man.
Do I hate the notion of Hitler, Pol Pot, Mengele, et al.? No, I hate what they did and what they stood for. If they came down with the Coronavirus, I wouldn’t say that they were good people who were caught up in the system. They knowingly made their beds, and they got to sleep in them.
Trump made his bed. Now, he gets to lay in it like the 7 million other Americans that he knowingly and incompetently condemned to the same fate.