Too little, too late.
Since I'm only human, a mere mortal, I indulged in 5 minutes of gloating last night. It didn't feel as good as it should have.
It is only polite to wish Grifter-in-Chief a quick, pain-packed recovery.
During my career of 42 years in newspaper journalism, I acquired a hefty supply of cynicism. Deep into Quagmire 2020, it overflows the spillways of my mind.
I concluded about 30 years ago that a small percent of reported conspiracies exist, mostly run by people too clever by half, and poorly executed. Most explode and sink. Insisting that DJT commands a war on a worldwide conspiracy is delusional at best, deadly at worst.
It's wishful thinking that the WH faked this illness.
The Ship of State deserts the sinking rats.
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