The Daily Beast
Photo Illustration by Elizabeth Brockway/The Daily Beast/Reuters/MGM Even under the best of circumstances, Trump is almost dead. I’m speaking actuarially. He’s old, obese, can’t stay awake in meetings, and his hands increasingly look like something that crawled out of the Black Lagoon. This is not a well man. This means that, each time he disappears for more than a few hours—as he did last weekend, when he was out of the public eye for about 72 hours—rumors spread like the coronavirus that almost killed him last time around. Emergency trip to Walter Reade! Dude stroked out! Melania did it! Who’s got a bead on JD? An entire genre of social media clickbait regarding Trump’s eventual demise has evolved, with posters cryptically alluding to how they will react when Trump meets his end. For example, the Canadian writer of (mostly) topics related to menswear, Derek Guy, wrote, on April 5: “One day, “It” will happen, by which I mean sudden and unexpected news that you want to celebrate. In such cases, you will want the right outfit.” There is little doubt to which “sudden and unexpected” news Guy is anticipating. Read more at The Daily Beast.
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