I want Richard Spencer to live a long and comfortable life. I want him to have a front-row seat to the Blue-Wave in November. I want him to watch the first female president. The first Hispanic president. 10s of thousands of successful gay and inter-racial marriages. I want him to watch his dreams of an ethno-state be mocked into nonsense.

Then, I want him to have a last thought: My whole life has been on the wrong side of history, I wasted my time on this earth, everything I've done is for naught.

Then, with that the last thought rattling in his dense, useless fucking racist head, die peacefully.