I wish for his eyes to washed with soap every other day and that his colostomy bag be back washed, once a month.
You are nicer than I am. I want him cowering in his cell, wondering if today is the day they put ground glass in his food, and at night I want his fellow prisoners to treat him like he is one of their 72 virgins, until he is excuted by being sliced with razors covered in pig feces.