This exposes Donald Trump’s narcissism to an incredible level. He met with the four Artemis II astronauts in the White House, ostensibly to honor them, but of course the conversation became all about himself because it always goes that way. This is beyond parody and I would look for it to be the source of an SNL skit.
Not AI. Not SNL.
Meeting the Artemis II astronauts, Trump claimed he’s physically “very, very good” and fit to be an astronaut:
“I would have had no trouble making it. I’m physically very, very good.”
How is this real life? pic.twitter.com/foHXLcuevW
— Republicans against Trump (@RpsAgainstTrump) April 29, 2026
The body mass index of the astronauts is very lean. Trump is morbidly obese. He wouldn’t last in a cockpit without a golden toilet or his McDonald’s for ten hours let alone ten days.
I love the part where Trump says “You have to be very smart” as if that’s a bar he easily crosses. And the idea of this tub of lard enduring g-forces is an image for a horror movie that I don’t want to see.
But it tracks. Trump thinks he can do everything when in fact he can do nothing but blow money and grift. And come across on TV. That’s his one gift.
An off-coloured rancid tub of full fat butter will have more functional fit-for-purpose finesse and fidelity, than a bloviating all sizzle and no steak wannabe.
Surprised? I’m not. He has a bad case of malignant narcissism. He goes places in that mind that are way beyond ……… what? Normal – check. Logical – check. Intelligent – check. Cogent – check. Reality based – uh nope. He never goes there.
Imagine having a bloated, foul smelling, flatulent, decomposing tub o’ guts floating around in the confined space of a space capsule with you, good luck finding volunteers for that mission…