Hey Barb, I notice you like to take swings at Trump's age?
No. None of us knows when we might become senile as we get older. It's not Trump's fault that he's getting increasingly confused. But it's serious concern, because he's got the potential to do a lot of damage to the country.
When Reagan was showing the same symptoms, he had a strong and devoted wife who helped him and did her best to protect him. Trump has no such advantage. And given the cutthroat politics in the Trump WH, whoever speaks to him last, wins.
As Coulter pointed out; one person after another spoke to him in that meeting with opposing viewpoints, and he agreed with all of them in turn.
It's not that he's old; it's that he's increasingly confused and fickle about what he wants to do.
I suppose it's because you're such a youthful and energetic young character?
Well, my fitbit says that my fitness is on the border between "good" and "very good" for my age. But I was an athlete as a young man, and I've been fortunate to have great genes for cholesterol. And my resting pulse rate remains in the low 60s. Until I was 70, I never even had an ER visit. Still have my hair, too, without Trumpish comb-overing.
So not too bad for a fat old guy.
I can see that in your picture.
Well, that's a few years old. I finally got gray. And I got more wrinkles. And apparently, I've got a touch of arthritis in my knee. (About 4 years ago, I was taking pictures on a bluff, and my trip down was a lot faster than it took me to get up there; apparently, I damaged something)
After that, Mrs. Barbarian forbids me to get on a ladder unless she's there to spot. And when it came time to build a shed, she made me get someone to frame it and put on the roof. I got to finish it out, though, and I'm about to get a solar power system installed.
Mrs. B always wanted a potting table, so I built one from 2x3 lumber. I had an old stainless steel sink, which I set into the table. When she cleans up potting soil, she sweeps it into the sink, were it falls into a plastic tub below to be reused.
So I'm pretty good right now.
You know what I hate that happens to old people? They get started on one thing, and then they go off into something completely different. I'm sure glad that doesn't happen to me.
Oh to be young like you, again.
Not Tired Yet
I’m not tired yet
I’m old and gray I can’t do things I used to do.
But I’m not tired yet
When I think of dying and leaving you
Or you leaving me
It makes no sense at all
I haven’t seen all of you there is to see
Each day is still new for us
When I was young and lost
In that dark valley where God is a distant maybe
You did what you had to do
And it saved me
Even when all I could see was betrayal
At last I see
I’m not tired yet
I’m old and gray I can do things I once couldn’t do
And I’m not tired yet
Let’s rebuild your closet
Or drive to Seattle
I’m not tired yet
Someday I’ll welcome it
But not yet no not yet
Embrace the grey, Grosnik, embrace the grey.
Probably would have been better to have that done when I was young. My wife says that I'm handsome in a unique kind of way. But I wasted my summers as a youth driving spikes on track gangs, so I'm pretty leathery from all that sun.
Liposuction or just plain pounds of make-up?
You see what it does for Trump. That "reverse raccoon" look from too much makeup/bottled tan?