Did Trump S**t Himself As Death Looks Up From the Staircase?

I have no intention of taking the high road on this one, I intend to rub Trumpty Dumpty’s nose in it and crow about his humiliation. I say that because both Trump and Fox News went out of their way to saturate social media and the airwaves with loops of Joe Biden’s unfortunate mishap on the steps of Air Force One over and over and over again. It happens. And when it happens, some SNL mockery might take place (ask poor Gerald Ford) but generally speaking, other politicians have more class and they prudently refrain from making a big deal out of another man’s embarrassment.

Turnabout is fair play. Biden used to run up the steps of the airplane, maybe in overcompensation for being up in years. Trump doesn’t even attempt to run. If he could take the golf cart up the steps of Air Force One, I’m sure he would. But walking, and slowly, he tripped and almost fell on his face. And the look on his face is priceless.

All his neck rolls popped out of his collar, but his sprayed helmet of floofy hair stayed in place. When all is said and done, you can probably exhume Trump’s remains in a few centuries and the floofy hair will be there, unmoved and unmovable, a monument to chemically treated hair in the 21st century.

At least if he falls on his ass the diaper will protect him. pic.twitter.com/z4N2GuMdza

— Jo (@JoJoFromJerz) June 8, 2025

And here's from another angle.
Look at his face! 🤣🤣 pic.twitter.com/B6MnlN2GQB

— 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐀 | 🇪🇺🇫🇷🇵🇱🇺🇦 (@tweet4Anna_NAFO) June 8, 2025

Look at his face indeed. He looks pissed off and then the almost-splat moment and then he looks scared to death. Run the tape a few times and see the transformation.

And I’m not joking about Trump seeing death looking up from the staircase. As we age, different things happen. Small things, like this one, remind us of our mortality. Trump doesn’t have the humility that most people do to contemplate his own upcoming demise. It’s a guarantee for all of us, we simply don’t know the date. But when an alarming circumstance happens, then if you have any sense, you get in touch with that part of yourself that sees the big picture and understands that the envelope of flesh that we’re in, is just that — it’s a vehicle that we get around in. The real “us” is our mind, personality, spirit, call it what you will, our identity, which is something separate from our physical being.

And we don’t know what happens to that identity when the envelope of flesh finally gives out. Nobody does. Poets and priests throughout the centuries have opined, but that’s all anyone can do. People who have had near death experiences sometimes report insights into life. George Lucas, for example, was in a bad car accident in 1962, back in his race car days. He was in that grey area between life and death, after having lost a lot of blood and bruising his lungs. Upon his awakening, Lucas said that he understood the inner connectedness of life, which he later wrote about and called “The Force.”

Donald Trump is not of a philosophical mettle, so no matter what happens to him, he won’t come up with a metaphysical insight, on that you may depend. Trump’s philosophy of life is limited to: do I eat it, kill it, fuck it, or buy it? Put a club in his hands and stand him in the entry to a cave and you have the picture.

But this Kodak moment that we see shows fear. And well Trump should fear falling. He nearly fell when he was getting into the garbage truck in one of the swing states for a photo op, during the campaign. He’s been dragging one leg for quite some time, which pundits say is the result of a stroke and said stroke supposedly occasioned his midnight ride to Walter Reed when he was in the White House the first time.

Dammit I shit myself.

— Christopher Brunette (@Christo47360019) June 9, 2025

Looks like he shit himself to me. What say you?

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