Ladies and gentlemen...Sean Penn.
What can top this?
Sean Penn went on a rant in defense of Venezuelan strongman Hugo Chavez, suggesting prison time for American journalists: “every day, this elected leader is called a dictator here, and we just accept it! And accept it. And this is mainstream media, who should – truly, there should be a bar by which one goes to prison for these kinds of lies.”
Freedom of the press, except where such freedom conflicts with your own starry-eyed masturbatory crush on chubby tinpot tyrants. I understand your desire to elevate your career by associating with people more clever and talented than yourself, but between Madonna and this douchebag, your track record with regard suggests you might want to hire a professional consultant with some experience in picking viable coattails for you to ride.
How about...this?
“Do I hope that those people die screaming of rectal cancer? Yeah. You know, but I’m not going to spend a lot of energy on it.”
It’s okay, Sean. We know you’re still new at this whole “wishing death and evil on people” thing, so in this thread, I hope to give you hints on stepping up your game by way of expressing a small sample of what we’ve wished on you through the years.
For example: cancer, even rectal cancer, is pretty bad. But this is the world of the internet, and wishing butt-cancer on someone is, much like your career, outdated and weak. The curse is about shock value, and there’s nothing that shocking about this method. Try fleshing it out with a location, like die of rectal cancer at Christmas dinner. Or perhaps a more unlikely method, like choke on an oral hemorrhoid. Though I admit that last one is almost comically improbable, for everyone fortunate enough to not be you.
I assume other contributors will have useful suggestions for you.
apotheosis, wasteland legend 
