Nothing Short of Monstrous

I woke up Sunday morning to news about Trump's rally and the shooter. Many hours had already gone by while I slept so the internet had already discussed it quite a bit.

I saw a headline — I don't remember what it was exactly, but something about Trump being shot — and before I read the article or any tweets/threads, this is what went through my mind in a split-second:

Excitement: Is this like another Trump-has-Covid day?

Dis-belief: An assassination attempt is too cliché.

Scepticism: I wonder if he staged this?

Worry: Republicans are going to be even angrier than usual; they're already aching for civil war.

Annoyance: The press is going to eat up this chaos like candy and I don't trust them to get things right when it comes to covering Trump.

Acceptance: There's no way he died or is critically injured; family or friends would have called and woken us up with the news.

And a realization: I know now for sure that I truly will not mourn or feel even an ounce of sadness whenever he actually does disappear.

After attempting to get caught up, and reading the entire internet, and thinking, and observing the responses for 24 hours, here are my current thoughts and opinions: