The Hill article on the fainting incident mentioned this isn’t the first time someone in the Oval Office passed out this year. Maybe they need to hose the incontinent hippo off more than every third day if his stench is consistently knocking people out.
Give everyone their own personal size Febreeze spray and smelling salts.
The toady is an executive for Ozempic. There to hear Trump bestow his gifts of lower drug prices on … glamor weight loss drugs du jour. I kind of felt bad for him for a few minutes before I found that out.
Some time ago I and a friend were watching a movie scene in a morgue where the body had been in the water for some time. The pathologist and couple detectives in attendance all had something white smeared on their upper lips. The friend asked, “What’s that white stuff?”
“Menthol.” I’d spent time in a cadaver lab, which had to be better than the morgue depicted.
There was a point during the event where Dr. Oz was talking about obesity’s connection to, among other health problems, dementia. In the background, while Oz was speaking, is Trump literally slumped over in his chair sleeping. You can’t make this shit up. 
Or a jar of Vicks Vapo-rub to smear under their noses like they do in cop shows when they have to be around dead bodies and other smelly things.
Oh yeah. I remember the auto-pen thing. 
I think this was a case of:
I think it’s the brain protecting itself… a sanity survival mechanism that kicks in when stuff gets truly weird.
Oh yes I’ve done this as a child welfare abuse investigator for “dirty homes.” Works very well!
I was an EMT for 8 years. I agree with you. Vicks is good stuff.
Let’s try to guess what happens next…
The setup:
A federal judge has ordered our convicted felon president to fully fund SNAP benefits for November (our current month) by tomorrow.
At some point, a wise judge might try the Bre’r Rabbit approach. “You are hereby forbidden to fully fund Snap benefits…”
It really is.
When I was a caseworker I used to carry a jar in my satchel everywhere I went. Saved me from some nasty aromas.
I always pass along this tidbit of wisdom to new workers.
I think a lot of people on this board would quibble with this description of life-changing meds. (Not that trump’s motives were anything but self-serving.)
Agent Orange’s next late-night text?
Might there not be a 45/47 advisor who could raise a query of decorum and respect?
“I understand your sentiment Mr President, but don’t you think there is a risk that successors might continue that precedent and in the place of your own portraits use that birthday card message and the photo of yourself and Epstein being all hugger mugger?”
“One way or another I’ll be president until I’m dead. What do I care what the next guy does?”
Are you shitting me? He’s a “shoot the messenger” type.
Any suggestion that his gut instinct is anything but the best, most ideal way to respond to any situation would result in any such person almost immediately replaced by a lickspittle validating every idiot impulse
Can he please set up an in office meeting with Mr. Eliquis next?
With your left hand, make the “okay” gesture; with your right hand, make the “chef’s kiss” gesture; insert the right hand’s five fingers together into the left hand’s “okay” circle. I learned that one as a pre-teen. It means clusterfuck.
What racist iconography did they put in Obama’s place?
I dearly hope the fine writers at Saturday Night Live can get this parodied for this week’s show.
Would YOU want medical attention from Dr. Oz?
Or, and this just came to me, get Garry Trudeau to draw a leaky diaper hanging in the air with curved lines coming from it, and wilted plants in view.
As it is, there’s no way the felon will listen to that hypothetical conversation. No after he hears the word successor. He’s in it for life, don’t you know?
Thanks. First I’ve heard of it. (FWIW, I say ‘Charlie Foxtrot’.)
Pretty sure it’s referring to a hand job.