Yapping dog, short leash.

Sadly, she didn’t literally eviscerate him.

I have a suggestion as to where he can put it.

What’s sad is that attention-seekers constantly claim to be in relationships with AIs, cars, buildings, bowling balls, page 763 of a particular edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica, and probably colors. They’re all full of shit and trying to get some publicity from the brain-dead credulous media.

In the early 20th century, postcards of hangings and lynchings were popular collectible items.

Run 'em up a box canyon with a fire at the top.

We need to find a way to prevent sociopaths from making it to the C-suite.

A 3D-printed Analytical Engine! That’s much cooler than a teapot or a tugboat.

Hey, male-shirtless cis-het sexuality is a valid lifestyle choice too.

Deified?

He can be the God of Incontinence.

Dump his corpse somewhere where pigs will eat it. Giving back to the community.

Just tell me where they’re burying him and I’ll be there for a massive shit, a racehorse-like piss and a loogie to top it all off.

Also potentially prosecuted.

Nixon was given the choice of resigning or being prosecuted. Decency didn’t enter into it, only his rat-like self-preservation instinct.

Make the anus be the mouth, it’ll be a perfect likeness.

Hookers and blowholes. Autographed recordings of Maggot Brain.

He missed the chance to get sponsorship from Snap-On Tools.

With a clumsy Sharpie edit changing I to E. Or the logo will have Trump’s picture and the name will be American Revenue Service -External.

And just to be clear, using IAM roles doesn’t require much effort either, even when you need to sync with an external auth provider such as AD (I know, ewww, but you have to live in the world as it is rather than the one you’d like it to be).

Force them to pay a mandatory insurance premium, and use the proceeds to find hit squads to find and liquidate the ransom gangs.