I wish the lives of everyone responsible for outlawing assisted suicide would become unbearable.

I wish every day they'd pray for one thing only—death—and couldn't have it.

Doesn't matter why. Maybe they'd fear the pain of the available methods. Maybe they'd have no limbs and rely fully on their law-abiding caregivers.

For real tho? No, that'd be a waste.

When you find cancerous cells in your body, do you wish those to oscillate between suffocation and revival perpetually, or would you rather have those excised? When you find broken parts in your car, do you wish those scratched with obscenities, or would you rather have those replaced? When you find bugged functions in your code, do you wish those to print "I am in great pain," or would you rather have those fixed?

That's about how I see problematic humans.

"But none of those can suffer!" And what's the diff? The outcome is the same. Look it up: suffering doesn't make the vicious virtuous, or the dim-witted enlightened.

Beyond art, I don't understand tortures. I don't understand harm wishing.

What I do understand easily, though, is murder. Murder solves problems—most of the time. Not this time, alas. You eliminate some problematic lawmakers, and even more problematic lawmakers take their place.

The whole system where human retards decide how society operates is rotten.

You needn't be concerned bout me. I don't wish to kill myself right now. But I often imagine myself in the shoes of those who need it desperately, day after day, year after year, and can't have it. And nobody in their shithole country can help them, because nobody in their shithole country wants to get incarcerated, because instead of ensuring everybody has the right to an exit, their shithole country chose to mutilate the samaritans. It angers me exceedingly.