My violent fantasy: Trump is laid down in his tighty-whities in a 6 in thick bed of molten tar so he can’t move. Then a steamroller rolls over him, starting from his feet to his head, one inch every couple of minutes so I can see his pain. When he passes out, we wake him before continuing on again.

But knowing my luck, after this happens, his supporters would just start wearing steamroller pendants and treating him like the next Jesus more than they already do.

Note: I said this is fantasy. A man can dream.