A stroke. Leave him in a semi-vegetative state but keep his mind as aware as possible. I want him to live a long life after that, in the worst possible misery: that of being a prisoner of your own body. I want him aware when the world celebrates that he’s become a bedridden monster that nobody wants near and everyone fights to keep away because he’s not relevant anymore.
“Your ears you keep, so that every shriek of every child shall be yours to cherish—every babe that weeps in fear at your approach, every woman that cries ‘Dear God, what is that thing?’ will reverberate forever with your perfect ears.”
God that would turn me on so much. Him in a vegetative state where he was still watch TV and see just how much the world celebrates his decline. Watching as people crowd the streets cheering, dancing, chanting and shouting in celebration and he just gets to lay there and watch. Even Fox News is broadcasting it, calling it a disgusting act by the left but he still has to lay there and watch it unfold.
That’s not enough. Make him unable to speak, unable to even move a finger to communicate, unable to blink. And then make him immortal, but let his body continue to decay. Let every nerve in his body signal the most exquisite pain possible. And let him never pass out. Let his exhaustion be impossibly immense, yet let him never have a single moment of rest or peace. I don’t want him to go to Hell. I want Hell to come to him.
Thing is he has a higher chance of dying immediately after the stroke than someone who’s healthier than him. Or should I say, he has a lower chance of surviving and becoming said vegetable.
With that said, I hope whatever happens to him is made public to a humiliating degree, is something that slowly and painfully kills him so he has to live with agony that doesn’t even come close to the agony he’s inflicted on others, and that he is conscious enough to know he can’t do a damn thing about it.
A stroke. Leave him in a semi-vegetative state but keep his mind as aware as possible. I want him to live a long life after that, in the worst possible misery: that of being a prisoner of your own body. I want him aware when the world celebrates that he’s become a bedridden monster that nobody wants near and everyone fights to keep away because he’s not relevant anymore.
This is delicious. What is this from?
Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, S2E12Edit: I was wrong, it’s the other one
don’t lie dude. take your edit out.
Princess Bride
Ty!
I wish locked-in syndrome for him
That leaves room for pity. Not optimal.
Fuck that.
Locked in with only a TV to keep him company with Kimmel and Colbert on a loop.
Nothing but Obama interviews.
Nothing but crowds cheering for Obama and AOC, Biden, … all the people he despises. Standing ovations even!
You guys mistake, he isn’t tortured by his thoughts or his memories. He loves himself. I bet he’d love to be locked within himself.
God that would turn me on so much. Him in a vegetative state where he was still watch TV and see just how much the world celebrates his decline. Watching as people crowd the streets cheering, dancing, chanting and shouting in celebration and he just gets to lay there and watch. Even Fox News is broadcasting it, calling it a disgusting act by the left but he still has to lay there and watch it unfold.
Turn you on? You might need the bed next to him in the hospital.
All he can do is lay there and watch tv. The kind nurse turns on MS.NOW so he can watch it all day. Every day.
Reruns of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert would be epic.
We could crowd fund a new show for him where he laughs at him with his guests, everyone talking about how much better Obama was as a president.
What about ALS? Hard to believe that I’d wish that nightmare of a disease on someone, yet here we are…
I dunno, spinal osteosarcoma or pancreatic cancer would be fine too.
having seen it firsthand, no.
That’s not enough. Make him unable to speak, unable to even move a finger to communicate, unable to blink. And then make him immortal, but let his body continue to decay. Let every nerve in his body signal the most exquisite pain possible. And let him never pass out. Let his exhaustion be impossibly immense, yet let him never have a single moment of rest or peace. I don’t want him to go to Hell. I want Hell to come to him.
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“Look at me Hector!”
Thing is he has a higher chance of dying immediately after the stroke than someone who’s healthier than him. Or should I say, he has a lower chance of surviving and becoming said vegetable.
With that said, I hope whatever happens to him is made public to a humiliating degree, is something that slowly and painfully kills him so he has to live with agony that doesn’t even come close to the agony he’s inflicted on others, and that he is conscious enough to know he can’t do a damn thing about it.
probably the only prison he has a likelihood of ever seeing.