First reaction?

Be honest. What was your first reaction to hearing the Tangerine Wankmaggot had been diagnosed with Covid-19? Was it something like this?

Or did you go a bit further and think, ‘I hope it kills the bastard.’

I confess that thought did flit into my mind for a nanosecond. And then I thought, ‘No, no, no! That would make Pence the candidate!’ And I absolutely do not want those Republicans who haven’t completely been engulfed in the Wankmaggot cult to have an excuse to vote for anyone-but-him. They have to vote for Biden. Or, failing that, do what that disappointing prick Mitt Romney says he’s going to do: write in his wife’s name.

The only thing worse (in its own homophobic, transphobic, anti-choice way) than a second term for the Wankmaggot would be a Pence presidency.

Ooh, that’s just reminded me the vice-presidential debate is next Wednesday. Apparently it is still going ahead. Unlike Tuesday’s debacle it is likely to be a lot of fun. As Jennifer Rubin wrote in the Washington Post yesterday, Pence “has a choice between defending the indefensible or planning for a career after Trump. His spinelessness to date suggests he will do the former, albeit ineffectually.” (Rubs hands together gleefully in anticipation.)

So, don’t die Mr President. The country (and the rest of the world) really does need to see you behind bars. But do, please, have it as bad as Bojo the Clown did a few months ago. In fact, please have it worse than Bojo, who was on oxygen but did not end up on a ventilator. Please end up on a ventilator. (And, please, gods of irony, make it a black or Latino nurse in charge of said ventilator.) Please suffer.