Since Covid is a nothingburger for the most part, I don't expect Trump or his wife to get anything out of the next couple of weeks but some much-needed quiet time and relaxation. When my own ex-friends were wishing a COVID death on Trump and his family, I knew that would blow back. Meaning, they will be the ones who find themselves with a case of chronic, violent diarrhea or a nagging cough, or worse, it will happen to their spouses and children. I don't associate with my ex-friends anymore because their bad luck is absolutely contagious. Just as I don't hang around with my ex-friend from high school who gradually got into heroin, I don't want to be around people who casually endanger themselves. Curses are like hand grenades. You don't need precise aim to do a lot of damage, and when one is lobbed back in your direction, you'd better get as far away as possible. Nevertheless, back when I cursed, I was so oddly talented at it that I could aim it like a cruise missile.

They don't understand what the blowback is when it hits them in the face. The obvious one was when they said Believe All Women in light of Trump's kitty-grabbing locker room talk and then Biden forcing his fingers inside poor Tara Reid surfaced as an answer. Usually blowback is less obvious. For instance, I cannot name one of my leftist ex-friends who isn't going through one or more worsening problems off this list:

-Severe depression
-Anxiety
-Chronic fatigue
-Adult acne
-Chronic inflammation
-Chronic overeating
-Obsessions and compulsions
-Thoughts of suicide

In other words, they are each astral cesspools unto themselves. I wish for them to be blessed, but I won't be getting anywhere near them unless they manage to snap out of it, not even online.