Some recent pictures of Trump are raising eyebrows and begging questions regarding his fitness to serve, or whatever it is he’s been doing. Depending on the media outlet, we might see images that cast him in a less-than-flattering light. And it shouldn’t come as a surprise.
He’s in his 80th year. He apparently doesn’t have the best diet or exercise regimen, he’s in a naturally stressful position on top of the full plate of ghosts and skeletons he somehow has to keep repressed and hidden. And maybe by now, whatever remains of a conscience is getting the better of him—he’s realizing that he’s never had the chops, never been qualified or of the right disposition to handle the job nearly half the country has handed him for a SECOND time.
Maybe the weight is finally getting too heavy for him. He never really wanted the job in the first place, and this is what happens when your main motivators are retribution, avoiding prosecution, and winning at all costs.
No vision, no heart. He’s never really had a leg to stand on. He’s just a self-promoting grifter, an attention hound, and a deflating gas bag. And 77 million people thought he was the guy for the job.
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