Lots of folks are wishing others the best in 2023 and hopes for better things. Ehh, that’s boring. Here’s what I’m wishing for folks, no matter their race, gender, chosen pronouns or nationality…
For all rapists, I hope that victim you targeted is carrying a disease so hideous, it infects you with a genital-eating bacteria for which there is no cure or treatment. I hope you are forced to suffer in an isolation unit, where painkillers do nothing to abate your misery until your organs and bones turn to liquid—like a toast!
For murderers, may your scheme to kill backfire in the worst possible way, leaving you wounded by your own intended means, far from any assistance or medical care. May it happen with your cell phone dead and with critters nearby who can hear your cries of agony—to that, the sounds of Auld Lang Syne!
For those trafficking humans and drugs through border tunnels, may you meet the new year with tremors preceding a massive collapse, one that isn’t wholly crushing, but leaves you able to understand your situation, trapped in complete darkness, while you and your fellow scumbags shriek for help as your oxygen is depleted, because you’ve kept your little business tract such a secret—success to you in getting down one last time!
May those of you who abuse children be caught on camera. May that video get uploaded to every social media network. May your friends, family, bosses, business partners, and neighbors all see it so they *know* how worthless you are, and may word get around behind the walls concerning the type of offender that’s joined them, so hardcore bad-@sses can take turns viola+ing you in such horrific ways that you beg for death every night until a cellie makes you pay the vicious price for a shoelace. Enjoy tying the knot in 2023!
Here’s wishing that those who abuse animals, run dog-fighting and cockfighting rings, and go out of their way to torture animals for fun and sport fall down a basement staircase in an abandoned tenament or office building, breaking numerous bones, leaving you unable to call for help. There, alone and terrified, may you spend quality time with rats, feral cats and dogs, looking to get a little fresh meat to share for their holiday suppers.
I discovered I could probably come up with something for every day of 2023 given the horrors people inflict on others, but this is satisfying enough for the year-end wrap up. Should I get *my* wish, it would certainly make the spinning blue marble a far better place for the beautiful people and those who offer the world countless positives. The creators and nurses, the shelter volunteers and performers, the scribes and simple, good-hearted people who deserve so much better. For you, may the sun shine bright on your efforts—know they are appreciated and here’s hoping all the good you put out returns to you tenfold.
