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The RawStory article title is 'Yikes': Ex-Tea Party lawmaker sounds alarm on 'cover-up' of 'Trump's cognition. The lawmaker it’s about is Joe Walsh.
Here’s the excerpt that made me think of my grandfather’s cognitive decline:
"As all of this is playing out, Trump’s health and cognitive fitness are in the spotlight again. White Housephysicians report that he is suffering from chronic venous insufficiency, which has resulted in his unsightly ankle swelling," Walsh wrote Friday. "Not a terribly shocking development for an obese 79-year-old man."
However, he said, "A bigger concern is his cognitive decline."
Drawing attention to a previous allegation Walsh himself made, he added Friday, "As you know, I’ve said there’s a cover-up going on in the White House with respect to Trump’s cognition."
"There was more proof of his decline this week, as Trump publicly questioned why Joe Biden hired Fed Chair Jerome Powell—even though he appointed Powell during his first term. Yikes," Walsh wrote.
My maternal grandfather lived with us all of my life until I went off to college. My parents moved into his and my grandmother’s house when they got married and my family continued to live there. My grandmother died when I was four and I ended up moving into their room which had two full-sized beds.
My grandfather was a kind man. He was self-effacing, easy going, and rather passive. Prior to retiring he was a salesman in the families men’s clothing store.
His one passion aside from doting on my younger sister and me was dancing at the Y’s senior canteen where he was something of a ladies man.
Aside from liking the ladies after his wife died, he was absolutely nothing like Trump.
In many ways my grandfather was a surrogate father since my own father worked 6 ½ days a week, left for work before I woke up and came home just in time for a 6 PM dinner. After eating he was too tired to do much more than fall asleep in front of the TV.
My father never got a driver’s license. He took the bus to work. Thinking back, I wonder if he had some kind of phobia about driving.
My grandfather and mother were the drivers in the family and my grandfather sometimes chauffeured my father around on various errands.
By the time my grandfather began to succumb to dementia I’d already gone off to college but heard the following story which relates to Trump from my mother.
He was driving my father someplace and turned onto a oneway street going in the wrong direction. He drove for a short distance without encountering any other cars but then several cars approached and had to pull around him to avoid a collision. They were honking their horns and gesturing frantically at him.
His reaction was to happily say to my father “they know me, they know me.”
My father got him to pull over and turn around. When they arrived home he told my mother about it. They decided it was time to pull his driver’s license.
Some years later, after my mother died, he moved to Miami, Florida where other relatives had retired and he lived happily into his late eighties.
I assume you figured out the point of this story since it is my title.
When will it be time for Vance to invoke the 25th Amendment and for the process of pulling Trump’s driver’s license to begin so the elderly demented president can retire? Trump can then live out his life in Florida where he can play with his little putter and have people treat him like royalty.