Trump, 79, Repeatedly Falls Asleep in His Own Cabinet Meeting

President Trump once again appeared to struggle to stay awake and alert during his own Cabinet meeting.

The president leaned forward, leaned back, twiddled his thumbs, and did everything in between as his eyelids grew heavy in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon Cabinet meeting. As each of his Cabinet members gave him an update on how great everything is going, the president looked more and more exhausted, his eyes fully closed at several points.

This most recent on-camera nap comes just over a week after The New York Times reported on what appears to be a serious drop in Trump’s energy and activity compared to his first term. The president has been pissed about the story ever since.

It’s clear to anyone watching that the president has issues staying up while sitting in long meetings, like many old men do. Trump has dozed off in other meetings, including during a briefing with Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, in May. This all only adds fuel to the narrative that the man who will end his term as the oldest president in U.S. history is not as mentally or physically fit as he claims to be.

Jovial Monk wrote Yesterday at 10:37am:


Is it time for Kristi Noem to take him out to the gravel pit?

He should release the results of the MRI he had done. He certainly appears as though he is unfit for the role now, which at his age isn't surprising - especially given his appalling diet and clear obesity.

He's a little bit bored, Greggery. You get that.You try sitting through three-hour arse-licking sessions with a bunch of sycophants.

Despicable stuff.

As Machiavelli said, the flatterers should be banished from the kingdom.

Still, Dear Leader's so fabulous and awesome, he tries to keep the team happy. Besides, it's great to watch him take a few Zs. He looks so adorable when he's snoozing.

Kristi wants to give him a great big hug. Pam wants a nice little snuggle. Karoline wants him all to herself, sending him love hearts - pick me!

Even Pete, all butch, wants a go. Stand in line, ladies, he says, you broads can wait your turn.

No no, JD, says, pouting: I'm first!

Suzie Wiles wants him in bed. Prop him up with a few pillows and get the Autopen going. She can direct the flatterers in and out and run a tight ship.

But DL's always got excuses. There's always an important meeting on or something to do. A new golf course in Jakarta, a crypto scam in UAE or a backend Netflix deal for Melania, it never stops. He's only in Washington three half-days a week, he needs to stay on top of it all.

The only time he gets any rest is in those boring cabinet meetings.

So they call in Dr Ron. He gives the big fella a shot to keep him going.

What's this? DL asks, bravely rolling up his sleeve.

"Vitamins", the doc says, giving him a wink.

DL dozes back off again. His team carry on, blah blah blah. RFK gives a talk on health.

We're seeing numbers like we've never seen before, maybe ever, he says. It's through the roof.

Us too, Howard says. The economy's never been better, it's off the charts.

Transport, energy, the environment, it's all fabulous.

DL snores away.

You wait, Greggery, with a performance like this, the Real Americans will vote the big fella back in for sure. They can't wait.

We will make America awesome again, no?

Zzz...

Dnarever wrote Yesterday at 4:36pm:


You're clearly describing Sleepy Joe, Dnarever. The most corrupt and incompetent prez we've ever seen, maybe ever. A walking cadaver, a decrepit corpse of a man.

Granted, Joe had just been diagnosed with prostate cancer at the time, so DL can be forgiven for using strong language. He's never gotten over that kind letter Joe left him in the Resolute Desk.

Look, the big fella's never been fitter. He aced his Alzheimer's test with flying colours. The doctors at Walter Reid had never seen anything like it.

It was a routine examination, you understand. They took him in after he was found on the White House roof, waving at the fake news.

They consulted with a gerontologist. Stick a few post-it notes up around the place, they said. Use lots of shapes and visual cues. Suzie had one printed one up for the Oval Office in nice gold letters.

Silly woman, she forgot he never reads. He mistook it for the dressing rooms at Bergdorf's. He had women running out in their high heels in horror.

Hence why they had to get the East Wing redone. They need it refitted for all his new mobility aids. When the time comes, Suzie's planning on having all his needs taken care of by machines. It's amazing what they can do with technology these days - he'll be totally untouched by human hands.

The machines can keep them going long after they've gone. DL will be able to be walked into the Oval Office to sign those executive orders, ask what they're for and even work up a smile for the fake news, it's incredible.

JD's not too happy, as you'd expect. He was hoping they'd help speed the process up. JD meets the big fella every Tuesday for lunch. Apparently JD's a feeder - another quarter pounder, sir?

Miam miam.

Dnarever wrote Yesterday at 6:33pm:


Oh, not really, Dnarever.

Meh.

You need to "pay attention". The big fella plays "by the rules of the game itself". He's a little bit naughty.

Okay, he's also bloated, obese and a demented walking cadaver, but it's all good. The Real Americans vibe with that.

Why must the left lie?