Trump's Zombie Presidency
Part I: The Body In the Oval Office
Twenty-two doctors walked into Walter Reed to examine the moldering, shambling carcass of Zombie President Donald Trump, and the White House won’t tell you why.
Not eleven, the number that looked at him in 2019. Not fourteen, last year’s tally. Twenty-two. A record, but weirdly, not the kind Trump enjoys boasting about.
The most specialists ever assembled for a single presidential physical in the modern history of the office, and when the cardiologist who used to keep Dick Cheney’s heart beating asked the obvious question, the answer came back in corporate fog: “a comprehensive, multidisciplinary evaluation consistent with best practices for executive-level medical care.” Translation: shut up and read the three-page memo Trump drafted for us.
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The lies, the coverup, and the endless game played by too many people close to the President, be they staff or reporters, that he’s doing just fine is wearing mighty thin. He’s rotting, a Zombie President shuffled from one photo-op to another, wailing on Truth Social at all hours, broken, reeking of the end, and staining the damn upholstery.
