I really hate to play the “age card,” folks, but back in my day (2023 and 2024), I distinctly recall that a president with apparent mental infirmities was nigh unto scandalous.
For a press so dedicated to sanewashing the Trump administration’s open sewer of corruption, the kid gloves treatment still seems the order of the day.
This week, The Atlantic’s Jonathan Lemire published a lengthy exegesis of the “President Trump is increasingly isolated” variety, titled “The Bubble-Wrapped President.”
In the piece, Lemire reports that Trump has “dramatically scaled back speeches, public events, and domestic travel compared with the first year of his initial term.”
He is described therein as “distracted,” “out of touch,” focused on matters not “high on voters’ minds,” and showing “little willingness to acknowledge” problems gripping the country.
The piece treats this mostly as some kind of inscrutable mystery, a tale told by the thinking-face emoji.
The real story is moving between the lines:
The president is fully checked out because he’s old, enfeebled, and his brain is slowly turning into pasta e fagioli.
The president moldering in a narcoleptic haze as Marco Rubio yammers away at his side is the same guy who
doesn’t seem to remember why he pardoned former Honduran president and celebrated drug trafficker Juan Orlando Hernández, or what part of his body was recently subjected to an MRI.
There is plenty of room for the discourse to shift, however
—and some evidence that it might.
The New York Times treats the matter with somewhat less puzzlement than The Atlantic, noting Trump’s advanced age and planting a few red flags about his health;
its piece garnered an outraged Truth Social post from Trump after publication.
In one of the few articles to actually take on the matter of Trump’s obvious infirmity frontally,
The Guardian’s Adam Gabbatt seems exasperated that a president who has obvious trouble “completing a thought” has “largely been saved the same examination” so regularly foisted on Biden.
If The Atlantic limits that examination to a single aside, in which Trump’s lack of acuity is likened to “the same low energy move for which [he] used to mock Joe Biden,”
the latter half of the piece does at least present a compelling reason why more attention to a fully noped-out chief executive might be a matter of some alarm:
The vacuum Trump is leaving in the White House needs to be filled,
and it’s being filled by “enablers” rather than people who might “[moderate] some of his more extreme impulses.”
Or, as someone less committed to euphemism euthanasia might put it,
it’s being filled by utter ghouls:
a Pentagon head who’s in over his head and spiraling out as he commits war crimes,
a Health and Human Services secretary who’s bringing Lysenkoism back,
an FBI director crashing out because no one brought him a cool jacket to wear
—and all the rest hopped up on völkisch nationalism, pulling Black people out of their cars in Minneapolis and warring with Sabrina Carpenter.
In the days leading up to the 2024 presidential election, The New Republic’s Matt Ford tuned in to watch Trump’s campaign event at Madison Square Garden
—a gritty reboot of the 1939 German-American Bund rally for fascism
—and sounded an alarm about what the next Trump White House was going to look like.
“The Madison Square Garden rally,” Ford wrote, “showed how much of Trumpism is about satisfying the basest, crudest, and most hateful impulses in American life
—and how much his acolytes can’t wait to wield the federal government to do it.”
The issue at hand is no longer one in which we worry there aren’t enough moderating figures in Trump’s life
—it’s that all of the monsters Trump brought into his administration now have a free hand to run the country.
Hey, Does Anyone Want to Talk About Donald Trump’s Infirmities? | The New Republic




