I've never understood that. Even when I was in combat. I could get extremely angry at the guy that's shooting at me, but when the fight was over, and the guys now lying on the ground bleeding to death, I treated his wounds no differently than I would one of our own. I may yell at the bastard for shooting at me, but I took no pleasure in his pain, nor in me being the one that inflicted the pain.
We're all human. We're all the same under our outer layer of skin. Trust me. I've seen the insides of most every type of human that's on this earth, and they all look the same on the inside, they all cry the same tears, and they all have the same look of fear in their eyes when their life is slowly fading away - even the suicide bomber that didn't die immediately is scared as hell when he realizes he's still alive, but not for long.
I feel very bad for Huma, and all the Democrats or Independents that voted for Hillary. I've been there. Hell, in a way, I'm there now, but for different reasons because I didn't vote for Hillary or Trump or anyone for that matter for President.
I even feel for the kids that are out in the streets protesting. I think they need to suck it up and stop acting like idiotic nut blades, but I do understand their feelings and their pain. Not the rioters or the ones calling for an insurrection and the overthrow of Trump - those folks need to be prosecuted.
I find no joy in other's misfortune. Life is hard for everyone. Even the richest among us will have pain and personal loss in their life. I can disagree with someone, even vehemently dislike a person's ideology, and maybe even the person. But... my dislike of them or their ideology will never make me wish harm upon them, or to take joy in their misfortune or misery. And for anyone that does so, is in need of inner reflection as to what is the content of their own soul.
Sorry for rattling on.