The Virus, Day 364, Dimondale, Michigan.

Today is a new moon. The time when Trump is weak. I torched my Trump voodoo doll just now. I took no pictures. Once the intention is made to destroy a cancer in this world, archiving its last moments only gives it more power. When it’s gone it needs to stay gone. If he drops dead today then so be it. I'll take the hit on my karma if it means the end of so much suffering for so many innocents. He’s killed the better parts of me. I am not an innocent. He’s killed whatever mercy I had left for he and his a long long time ago.

Burn, motherfucker.

Justice is coming.

See you in hell, Trump.