…idn’t pass. It was my world. My life. My reason for being. And now I can’t even say ‘Bwa ha ha ha’. Sometimes me and Paul Ryan would stand inside of a pentagram, saying all our incantations, and talking about how wonderful it will be to see so many people dying, in the newspapers, and on TV, old people thrown out of nursing homes in just their robes… and the audible “Ka-Ching” sound of money hitting the bank accounts of the very richest of us. The vision of it was GLORIOUS…”
I bet he gets up every morning and visualizes this very scene and goes on to strategizing how to make it into his reality.