So I heard about Trump, and how he has now tested positive for coronavirus. Trump, who for the past few weeks has been going around mostly to fundraiser events. Trump, and his sycophants who think that wearing a mask is an impediment to their freedom. Rallies and rallies full of unmasked, unsafe, uncaring individuals.
Many more people will be infected.
But the worst part, the worst part is that my first thought wasn't one of sympathy, or empathy, or concern for all those people who will soon be bedridden, sweating and hacking and in terrible pain.
No.
My first thought was a cruel one: "Good."
"Thank God."
I think that most people try to be good. I think that most people want to be good. I certainly do. I would even call myself fairly decent.
But I heard about people being infected by a horrible virus, and I was glad.
That man, those people, the world that we are in right now... They have stolen my mercy. They have hardened my heart and because of them I have wished death on people. I've looked at a man and wanted so badly to see him in choking agony.
That's what they have done to me. Hate is infectious, and we all have it now.
And I still can't find it in my heart to care.
I hope he dies.
I hope it's slow.
And I hate that most of all.
