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
For me, it's gotta be a bullet in a bunker, MAGA has to die cowardly and with a wimper so even those most faithful don't want to talk about it any more
I dunno, do they get to just not talk about it anymore? I feel like any one of them with a modicum of shame left would be so happy for it to go away and then never have to talk about it again.
It may not be healthy for "healing" or whatever, but I think round 2 Trump supporters should have their foreheads branded so everyone knows for the rest of their lives what kind of people they are and what kinds of brains they have.
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.