I really, really, really hope he dies on the toilet. It’s such a fitting place. Just, he takes a break from a meeting and doesn’t come back. And when they go to look for him, he’s slumped to the side. Unable to give anal birth to DJT the Turd. I hope pictures of it leak. I’d get it on a t-shirt.
In public! Grabs his heart the area where normal humans have a heart, starts staring wildly, sweating profusely, all you hear is a giant wet fart, then his pants stain brown, he stumbles, knocks his head, bites his tongue, collapses.
I like this better than on the toilet because he’d realize only now that all the riches and fame in the world cannot save him from the debt all men must pay
If Thomas Matthew Crooks had not decided to use a bottom of the line AR-15 with iron sights and splurged on a proper target rifle in a long-range caliber like .300 winchester magnum or 6.5mm Creedmoor and a decent scope. Along with match grade JHP boat tail ammunition, he wouldn’t even NEED to know what ranges he is shooting. At the distance he was from Trump he would not have needed to adjust much for windage or bullet drop. He could have aimed for the chest and fired, and maybe even gotten a follow-up shot to the chest again (little chance in surviving that) and there would be no more Trump. The Secret Service sniper would still have blown Crooks’s head off, but he would have died knowing he accomplished his goal.
Not even a couple inches, he literally just picked his head a bit to the side, maybe an inch at most. That little chicken-head-jerk thing he does when he talked saved his life by like half a second. Just a guess, but I’m almost sure that at the moment the shooter pulled the trigger, the shot was lined up.
I will party a whole week long when he finally dies… So hurry up Donald.
the one for Thatcher in Britain was LIT. There was a conga line in the street and “Ding dong the witch is dead” shot to the top of the music charts
I really, really, really hope he dies on the toilet. It’s such a fitting place. Just, he takes a break from a meeting and doesn’t come back. And when they go to look for him, he’s slumped to the side. Unable to give anal birth to DJT the Turd. I hope pictures of it leak. I’d get it on a t-shirt.
On the toilet?
In public! Grabs
his heartthe area where normal humans have a heart, starts staring wildly, sweating profusely, all you hear is a giant wet fart, then his pants stain brown, he stumbles, knocks his head, bites his tongue, collapses.The end.
I like this better than on the toilet because he’d realize only now that all the riches and fame in the world cannot save him from the debt all men must pay
Yeah, on the toilet. Alone with the realization and fear of death. No family or fans around to comfort his ego. Just cold, uncaring porcelain.
I think it would be gold rather than porcelain in his case. But I get your point.
Something poetic about that. Gold is one of the best thermal conductors, so it’s always cold.
Although given his family not having them around might actually be a blessing.
I won’t party till Musk and the rest of the oligarchs are gone too.
Each one of these assholes gets their own special party week.
Sadly it seems like he might live many more years despite a preposterously unhealthy lifestyle.
I wonder how’s life in the alternative timeline where he didn’t move his head a couple of inches away.
If Thomas Matthew Crooks had not decided to use a bottom of the line AR-15 with iron sights and splurged on a proper target rifle in a long-range caliber like .300 winchester magnum or 6.5mm Creedmoor and a decent scope. Along with match grade JHP boat tail ammunition, he wouldn’t even NEED to know what ranges he is shooting. At the distance he was from Trump he would not have needed to adjust much for windage or bullet drop. He could have aimed for the chest and fired, and maybe even gotten a follow-up shot to the chest again (little chance in surviving that) and there would be no more Trump. The Secret Service sniper would still have blown Crooks’s head off, but he would have died knowing he accomplished his goal.
Get this man a gun
Not even a couple inches, he literally just picked his head a bit to the side, maybe an inch at most. That little chicken-head-jerk thing he does when he talked saved his life by like half a second. Just a guess, but I’m almost sure that at the moment the shooter pulled the trigger, the shot was lined up.
They’ll wire him with some dark tech sorcery like the god emperor he so desperately longs to be.