Has he had a stroke?

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Anyone who has spent time with elderly relatives or visited a nursing home know that paranoia and “whining” are common parts of the late aging process. Often with a strong dose of angry denial. I empathize with the aging. Trump calls to mind this explosion of impotent rage. As in “do not go quietly into the dark night.” What a sulky pouting piece of shit—this old man. He’s spending 50% of his life creating AI generated memes of himself. In the past, we called this “art class at the eldercare community.” Mar A Lego. Our aging friends and family deserve our love. So don’t waste any of your love on this sad sack loser. Turn to those who need you now and let Trump fizzle out in his own bile. Your life will improve and you’ll receive love back.

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