Trump has often been compared to Frankenstein’s monster but recent developments indicate that he just may be held together — if not cobbled together — from all kinds of spare parts and metal and medical accoutrements. The picture you see above looks a little weird. Once again, let’s go into close ups and you tell me what these wrinkles/bulges/weird shapes are. A pair of pants doesn’t hang this way, normally, let’s just say that much out front.
The top close up (apologies for blurriness, we work with what we have) shows Trump’s right leg inclined at an odd angle. Plus he’s got fairly high heels on his shoes and he’s got shoe lifts inside the shoes to bump him up a few inches. No way he is 6’3″. He’s probably 5’9″ or 5’10” and the heels and lifts bump him to 6’0″. Which is fine in most peoples’ books. But not Trump’s, he’s got to be a giant among men, including literally, and so he’s got this weird height adjustment system of his, that leans him forward, like the Tower of Pisa.
But what else? Leg braces? Or more portions of the colostomy/catheter apparatus? Your guess is as good as mine.
Stroke can affect the muscles in the foot. I subscribe to the theory that Trump had a stroke and was rushed to Walter Reed when he was in office the first time. Or, there was that four-day period recently when he was MIA. Of course all that was hushed up and of course if Joe Biden had done that, the world would fall off its axis. But it’s okay if you’re a Republican.
Next to the tube, what's this little box shaped thingy? pic.twitter.com/a2LNPCqM2K
— Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum Fellarina 🎗🇦🇺🇺🇦 (@Bonkers4NAFO) June 10, 2025
Anybody know? Trump’s infirmities are getting harder to disguise, what with the catheter, these things that look like leg braces and the pratfall on the stairs of Air Force One yesterday.
If he’s wearing a leg brace, that might explain the box-like thingy.
— John DeGregory (@JFDSFla) June 10, 2025
He looks old and petrified. It’s been said that the photographer who got this shot will get sent to CECOT, if not executed outright. But Trump does look petrified. Hey, we all fall. But then again, most of us are not pretending to be somebody and some thing that we are not. Not to this extent, in any event.
Let’s see if Trump makes it to 80. He’ll be 79 in a few days so that’s assured. But let’s see if he makes it to 80 in this state of mind and body.
We are so so screwed. This is what occupied the Oval Office and is tasked with running the country. As bad as Trump 1.0 was, this is so much worse.
How long can decrepitude be covered up? It may be more plausible (and palatable to the faithful) to trigger Amendment 25 for physical rather than cognitive failings. Anyone open a book on how long do we watch this space, the more so that the Trump-Musk break-up has led do some picking of sides?
What happened to The Muffster?
All the commotion about Biden’s health is to deflect attention from what’s going on with the orange puss bag and his many health issues.
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put humpty back together again.
Need to take a sample of his ear cartilage; it healed without any sign of the previous injury, meaning…this is SPECIAL cartilage!!
You’re right this is the ear that was “shot off”. Well lizards can grow their tails back once. Maybe this guy is some type of lizard creature?
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If you watch donny daRump walk and then go to the American Psychiatric Association’s description of frontotemporal dementia and the symptoms of the same, you will see why he needs leg braces. They also point out that it’s not reversible, but rather progressive.
I knew a man who had Frontal Lobe Dimensia and he walked just liked this.
Could the small box-shaped bulge down the one leg be a TENS Unit? Controls for scaffolding that holds him aloft at such an odd angle and creates his jerky, Frankenstein-esque gate? Causing him to trip up stairs and soil himself, shorting out the TENS Unit?
Ursula, forgive me, but I had to laugh at your phrasing “cobbled together from all kinds of spare parts.” But it reminded me of the musical “Ben Franklin in Paris,” in which (originally) Robert Preston as Ben stole the show with the song about his inventions, including his greatest one – “I invented myself out of odds and ends.” Not that the Mango Monster’s name belongs anywhere near Ben Franklin’s in any way (OK, Ben was quite the ladies’ man, but he appears to have been interested in ladies who were fully consenting.) And the musical was not terribly successful, but that one song has lingered in more minds than just mine.
This is the first I’ve heard of that musical. I’ll look it up.