Maybe Donald has a hearing problem on top of all his other issues. I say that because he keeps repeating a story that he swears is true (like all the others) about how *Dr.* Ronny Jackson swears that he, Donald Trump, is the fittest (fatest?) and most perfect physical specimen, likely to reach the age of 200. And as if that weren’t balderdash enough, he goes on to brag that Jackson said he is far fitter than either Barack Obama or George W. Bush. Now I am no defender of Dubya but I give him all credit for not being a fat slob addicted to junk food and for exercising regularly and staying in shape. And Obama worked out at the gym every day he lived in the White House. That was the first thing he did, was hit the gym at 7:30 a.m. every morning. Trump doesn’t even stroll into the Oval Office before 11:30 and then he takes Executive Time ASAP.
Holy Hell… I do believe someone was lying out their fat ass😳 pic.twitter.com/Nppd6UjH8S
— Addie🌻 (@imfopinion) October 5, 2025
Only seeing and hearing is believing. Yes, Donald is in better shape than Obama and Dubya and I am a candidate for Miss Teenage America. Uh huh.
What’s that you say? Is Ronny the poster child for the phrase “Barroom Tan?” Could be. Maybe he should be helping Pete out at the Department of War. Ronny’s Twitter feed around Happy Hour is always quite lively.
I put this here so that we can vote on whether the word salad is worse than the grandiosity. I say the grandiosity. My reasoning is that at least with the word salad, Trump is endeavoring to say something that makes sense. The grandiosity is pure 180 proof bullshit.
— Radical Rhymes (@RhymesRadical) September 15, 2025
Smart people don’t like Trump because they know he’s lying. The stupid actually believe him. And the fact that the stupid believe Trump like they do is what motivates the unrelenting duplicity of Mike Johnson and other GOPers these days. Maybe we should change the name of the country to the United States of Mendex. (Mendex is Latin for “liar.”) Lying is the signature trait of the holder of our highest office.
That’s respectable. The Houston Marathon is 26.2 miles long. Trump could not even walk it let alone run it. I walked 25 miles once in high school. There was a Walk For Hunger and I made it all the way to the end of the course. I was practically crippled the next day and could hardly move, but I made it 25 miles. Considering what a pudgy couch potato Trump has always been, I doubt if he could have even walked a marathon when he was in high school, but it’s a cinch he can’t walk much less run one now, in his 70’s.
So why does he engage in this bombastic braggadoccio? Malignant narcissism. I guess. This aspect of Trump has always been the most bizarre to me.
He’d rather bask in the false adulation for his fantasy self, rather than doing the work of being a real human being. That may work for his cult, despite his maladies, but the God of biology has different plans.
“That’s respectable. The Houston Marathon is 26.2 miles long. Trump could not even walk it let alone run it. I walked 25 miles once in high school. . . . Considering what a pudgy couch potato Trump has always been, I doubt if he could have even walked a marathon when he was in high school, but it’s a cinch he can’t walk much less run one now, in his 70’s.”
Hell, the man can’t even walk an 18-hole round of golf. He needs a freaking cart to get from hole to hole. According to a quick search (“how many miles does a golfer walk in 18 holes”), the answer is fairly broad but the general range–depending on the course layout–runs between 4 and 8 miles (and a relatively “standard” course will come in closer to 4 miles but the yardage between holes and the terrain will also factor in the total). At most, an active golfer won’t even do a third of a marathon.
Donald IS in shape
Pear-shape.
You wouldn’t know it to look at me now but once upon I time I was a damned fine distance runner. Cross Country in High School and I would mostly keep it up for years afterwards until my knees couldn’t take the amount I enjoyed doing. Yes I’ve run the marathon. Ok times for my age back then but one year I trained hard starting in spring for the Marine Corps Marathon (known as The People’s Marathon) in the hopes of qualifying to run the big one – Boston.
I was ready and had a good plan worked out for my pace as the race progressed through northern Viginia and DC. Then the day before while walking down a short flight of steps at my ex’s apartment (we were just dating back then) I had one of my periodic cartilage issues in my right knee. This would happen from time to time in both knees by the time I passed through my mid 20s. Sometimes it was quite painful and others just annoying. It was something that would self resolve, sometimes in a matter of hours but sometimes it took days. I was uncomfortable enough the evening before the marathon my ex, her roommate and others tried to talk me out of running. The next morning when I woke up and walked around the pain was mostly down to ‘midlly annoying’ and I set out for the event.
The first ten miles I was doing well and maintaining my planned pace although the pain in my knee started to worsen. Over in DC by halfway through the race the pain was severe and by the time I entered Haines Point I was noticeably limping with every stride. I was in agony and couldn’t hide it because a Major at a relief tent literally pulled me off the course and marched me to a cot. He told me to sit my ass down and wait for a Corpsman – that I was DONE. Well, despite the fact my time I’d hoped to achieve was blown I wasn’t about to NOT finish. I waited until he was distracted by someone with a serious medical emergency (possible heart attack and he was shouting for more and more help and an ambulance. I snuck out of the tent and got back on the course. Made it back across the bridge and into Virginia and finished even though my time sucked. Three hours and almost fifty minutes. After all that work.
Needless to say, my ex and other well wishers who came and hung around waiting on me to finish could see I was in no condition to drive when I asked them to take me to my car, staged way the hell aways. Smart call. The next day I needed crutches to get around! I wasn’t able to stand duty until mid week.
I said all that because I think of Trump and how he can’t even walk 18 holes of golf. I still think even though Biden who was before becoming VP known as one of the top political golfers in DC should have challenged Trump to a match at Congressional. A tough course sometimes used for majors like the U.S. Open. Quite a walk and Biden’s challenge should have been that they WALK the course. Even with a caddie to lug his clubs for him Trump wouldn’t have made even nine holes on that course. Plus, with all the cameras NO CHEATING. He might have gone ahead after a few holes but Biden was much fitter and if Trump somehow made it to nine holes Biden would have had a sizeable lead.
I always thought that was a missed opportunity on Biden’s part. He could have humiliated Trump who likely would have chickened out. But if Biden kept needling him I think Trump might have relented and MAGA would have seen their Turd God Emperor as the fat ass OLD dude who wasn’t a great, or even good golfer at all.