President Best Friends With A Pedophile disappeared from public life for a few days, and when he did reappear he looked like shit. His handlers then tried to stop the speculation by releasing some photos of him enjoying golfing at courses other than his Virginia club, and from days or even months ago. It was a very entertaining clusterfuck for a while.
What really struck me was the shared hope across Bluesky (and to some extent across Twitter (always Twitter, never X)) and the outright glee that bubbled out of people’s posts.
The fact that people are pre-celebrating his death gives me a tiny bit of hope for this country
— Eric Haywood (@erichaywood.bsky.social) 2025-08-30T05:08:30.610Z
i hope he heard everybody on Earth praying for his death last night
— captain bleach (@blainecapatch.bsky.social) 2025-08-30T15:18:49.938Z
I hope I never live a life that leaves so many people breathlessly awaiting news of my death
— Luigi de Guzman (@ouij.bsky.social) 2025-09-02T13:43:17.913Z
And l loved how no one wanted to jinx it by saying what it was—a kind of political “no-no”.
I personally do not, cannot&will not hope for the injury, illness or death of anyone. But, as Clarence Darrow said: “I have read some obituary notices with great satisfaction.” This has gotta be the most anticipated&hoped for death in world history. And y’all know of whom I speak.
— Kenny Booyah! (@kennybooyah.bsky.social) 2025-08-31T01:46:28.797Z
You didn’t need to mention his name—everyone knew who your post was about:
One of my protest signs from yesterday!
Maybe try to live your life so that the whole world isn’t disappointed when you’re not dead. #ReleaseTheEpsteinFiles
Look, he’s not dead, but even pretending he is hits like crack
— Sky Marchini (@sky.skymarchini.net) 2025-08-30T04:36:34.340Z
It’s so disheartening and exhausting to live during this presidency. I won’t ever wish ill on anyone, but the taste of hope and relief on Friday night was sweet.
This seems like a good song to close with: