You really love death, don’t you.
Get a real charge out of it.
Obviously.
“You really love death, don’t you. Get a real charge out of it. Obviously.”
Sometimes, yes I do.
It’s called ‘schadenfreude’ when you derive pleasure from someone else’s misfortune.
The Ruzzian pusbags invaded Ukraine expecting to easily conquer it but instead the Ukrainians have spent ten years now fighting back at them. Their propagandists like Solovyov laugh at killing Ukrainians and I have no problem laughing when the victim bloodies the attacker.
I also enjoy when abusive cops get their butts kicked by their intended victims.
I enjoy when bullies in general get their butts handed to them.
I enjoy when child molesters get killed by vengeful parents or vengeful mobs.
It makes my day when Democrats get robbed and murdered by illegal aliens.
I get a degree of satisfaction when some idiot who breeds ‘mean’ dogs gets killed by the monsters he created.
I rather enjoy when some moron in a BMW cuts around people stopped at a railroad crossing and then arrogantly tries to go through the crossing only to get ended by a speeding train. One less idiot on the road that way.
I’d rather these people behave themselves and I’d rather be sad when they pass. But they chose to do what they did and I will unashamedly smile when God sees fit to make the world a better place by taking just one more jacktard out of it.
If you don’t like that then too bad. Boo hoo.