Upbeat prognosis.
Sunday, October 4th, 2020
Dr. Conley said he was trying to “reflect the upbeat attitude” of the medical team and the president. “I didn’t want to give any information that might steer the course of illness in another direction,” he added, bafflingly.
I’m looking back 48 hours or 72 hours (who’s counting really?) at my attempts to set my jaw and march, or at least step confidently through this weekend of not just country-rattling news, but news generously dosed with lies-cloaked-as-positivity and medical press conferences that turn out to be fake positive concoctions for the emotional well being of Participant 1, the guy who was impeached, the patient.
We really don’t know much late Sunday evening except that the president is still alive (as of this writing) and back at Walter Reed Medical Center after a Secret-Service-endangering “joyride” that, well, let’s call it for what it is, a photo op.
Meanwhile, the off-the-record grumblings from the West Wing staff and the Secret Service grow by the hour. “He’s not even pretending to care,” said one unnamed agent.
The Trump campaign should have really picked that as their 2020 slogan.
