There Really Is a Horse in a Hospital

10/4/2020

I did not make the connection when President Trump went to the hospital.
But Laura Vecsey was right on it, sending out the best Youtube I have ever seen.
In fact, I wrote about it in May. But that was before Trump actually went to the hospital the other day -- touching off the same panic and misinformation and danger that John Mulaney's horse does in the confines of a hospital.
Just as he does in the White House, Trump was screwing up everything -- his doctors giving out bad medical explanations, his chief of staff, Mark Meadows, trying to be, how did the TV commentator put it, "a little less inaccurate."
There's a horse in the hospital. This one escaped Sunday afternoon to wave from a freaking motorcade of some sort -- at a huge cost and inconvenience to thousands of government workers. Then back in the hospital.
Since his self-destructive behavior in the debate debacle last Tuesday, I have been thinking Trump was doing it on purpose -- hastening his defeat through his erratic behavior. (From minus-8 to minus-14 in one poll, since his debacle.)
It also crossed my mind that he has been lurching around with no mask so he could pick up the Covid and get himself out of this nightmare -- plus, as revenge to society, passing it on to other people at that infamous reception who were talking to each other from inches away, with no masks on. (I'm talking about you, Kellyanne Conway and Bill Barr.)
There's a horse in a hospital. As of Sunday evening, the President was back, hooves flailing, nostrils flaring, a disruptive mammal out of control.
Take a bow, John Mulaney.
You had it, dude.
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My first piece on Mulaney's masterpiece:
https://www.georgevecsey.com/home/the-trump-years-theres-a-horse-in-a-hospital

Ego Trip -- And a Costly One

Lee Lowenfish link

10/4/2020 07:35:20 pm

When I came back from outdoor dining in my dear Manhattan, I saw the motorcade with the wan POUTUS waving from inside. I flashed back to 1994 and the OJ Bronco chase. Let's hope it has the same end in disgrace and ignominy.

George

10/4/2020 08:08:10 pm

Lee: POUTUS is exactly right.
GV

Altenir Silva

10/5/2020 10:43:31 am

Dear George,
Good point. You and John Mulaney hit the balls.
Best/Altenir

Alan Rubin link

10/5/2020 11:33:55 am

Hi Lee. Good to see you posting on George's site.

Trump's debate performance struck me as a spoiled brat who was not getting what he wanted. He is behind in the election and knows he will most likely lose unless voter suppression steals it for him.

His base cheers everything he does, but they are not enough to reelect him. However, independents still sitting on the fence may decide that it is time to make a stand for the good of the country.

There have been some recent polls showing Trump losing support among younger Christians in the bible-belt states. Their morality was missed in 2016.

bruce

10/5/2020 04:31:49 pm

george,

watched the mulaney piece when you posted it before.

going to watch it again. probably seem even more spot on this time.

what is the U in poutus in lee lowenfish's post?

good point about OJ, but it ended in his acquittal tho he went into the slammer for another misdeed.

and i think it's about time that american cable news stopped referring to trump as leader of the free world.

bruce

ED MARTIN

10/9/2020 02:14:46 pm

Wonderful, today. I thought about a copy editor change to “There is an Ass in the Hospital,” but realized no one would think of the animal.

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More and More, I Talk to the Dead--Margaret Renkl

NASHVILLE — After my mother died so suddenly — laughing at a rerun of “JAG” at 10 p.m., dying of a hemorrhagic stroke by dawn — I dreamed about her night after night. In every dream she was willfully, outrageously alive, unaware of the grief her death had caused. In every dream relief poured through me like a flash flood. Oh, thank God!
Then I would wake into keening grief all over again.
Years earlier, when my father learned he had advanced esophageal cancer, his doctor told him he had perhaps six months to live. He lived far longer than that, though I never thought of it as “living” once I learned how little time he really had. For six months my father was dying, and then he kept dying for two years more. I was still working and raising a family, but running beneath the thin soil of my own life was a river of death. My father’s dying governed my days.
After he died, I wept and kept weeping, but I rarely dreamed about my father the way I would dream about my mother nearly a decade later. Even in the midst of calamitous grief, I understood the difference: My father’s long illness had given me time to work death into the daily patterns of my life. My mother’s sudden death had obliterated any illusion that daily patterns are trustworthy.
Years have passed now, and it’s the ordinariness of grief itself that governs my days. The very air around me thrums with absence. I grieve the beloved high-school teacher I lost the summer after graduation and the beloved college professor who was my friend for more than two decades. I grieve the father I lost nearly 20 years ago and the father-in-law I lost during the pandemic. I grieve the great-grandmother who died my junior year of college and the grandmother who lived until I was deep into my 40s.
Some of those I grieve are people I didn’t even know. How can John Prine be gone? I hear his haunting last song, “I Remember Everything,” and I still can’t quite believe that John Prine is gone.
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https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/30/opinion/death-grief-memory.html
Jan. 30, 2023

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