Well, he is evil after all.
When I was an undergrad, there was one used bookstore I went to a lot. One of the people who worked there was a sociology sessional prof (i.e., not tenured). One time when I was in there, I bought a copy of Robert Caro's first volume of his LBJ biography. This guy, I learned, was American, a draft dodger who came to Canada in the 60s. He told me that when LBJ died, he and his friend cracked open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. I thought at the time that was an over-reaction—yes, Vietnam was monstrous, but LBJ had expended more political capital on civil rights and poverty than any other president; even today, I'm conflicted on LBJ—but when I think about Trump I come back to that guy. And I know, without a doubt, that I will celebrate Trump's death like people celebrated Hitler's death.