I've never wished someone dead, but I've wished people would just disappear, never to be seen again. That might actually be worse.

Of course I've wished someone was dead! Occasionally I've even fantasized about killing.

This used to cause me shame. Then I realized that my thoughts were entirely my own, and had absolutely no life outside of my own brain. There was no possible way for my imagination, sans action, to hurt anyone.

Now I just let the fantasies come. I enjoy them for what the are, and then let them go. No need for either shame or obsession.

No not even trump, I have wished him illness and a miserable disability and lots of suffering but I've never wanted to kill anyone. I actually think that makes me even more vinadictive. Death is the end.

I do believe my feelings toward the current Administration and Senate Majority would qualify.

Wait, are we talking about killing politicians? Or normal people?

That is fucking disturbing. A fantasy about killing someone has never even crossed my mind.