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This manuscript was found among Charles Manson's papers at the time of his death:

I read about Donald Trump and he excites my killer instincts. The man will do anything to advance his interests. In order to be killer, you have to have the same mindset. I like the that he has had many female followers. Some of his women remind me of my girls. They are as crazy as him just as my gals were as crazy as me.

When I read about the bloody mess he is leaving the country during his savage spree as president, I can't help but recall the two nights when we stabbed those people to death. I wish Donald and his latest lay had been members of my gang. We could have killed dozens more. We could have swum in gore.

I relate to Donald. In the fantasy worlds we inhabit, we rationalize any behavior, no matter how bizarre, as acceptable. When I'm lying on my bunk and speculating about Donald's latest deed, I feel I'm in the company of a fellow madman. I ejaculate imagining the destruction we could have cause together.

Donald is working his maniacal magic on the rednecks, the racists and the Religious Right. If he convinces the most prominent figures of the Republican Party to help him paint the streets red with the blood of their fellow citizens, I will cut my hair to honor an individual crazier than me. He's blessed. He doesn't suffer from a guilty conscience. 

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