We have never, ever received a real health report on Trump.
He is not a healthy person.
Jayzus, just look at him.
A sloppy, stooping, sweaty mess.
And that's before the professionals are called in to prep him.
The makeup artists with their hawks and trowels.
Tooth polishers, tie tiers, hair arrangers drawn from the ranks of boardwalk cotton candy creationists ...
And, yet, still ...
Red of face, dripping sweat, beady red eyes ...
Mr. Perfect Health looks like he's just about to quite literally blow up.
What a mess.

It's for grifting, grafting, and money laundering station as well as a sop to the fragile ego of a dementia besotted old felon.

Weirdly, the story brought to mind the title of one of Tony Hillerman's Joe Leaphorn novels: Dance Hall of the Dead.

That big, fat, red-eyed, twitchy rat hiding in the outhouse?
Not as crazy as this bozo with the bloodshot eyes and radiation tan.

Randy Fine's braying is presented as a pitch to see if the people who bother him can be stripped of their citizenship.
Headline makes perfect sense.

"Look, my African-American ... "
Donald J. Trump, 2016

The MAGAts are way high on their own supply.

#5
How much is spent annually on "free health insurance for illegal aliens"?
MAGAts never have a problem telling lies.
But backing them up?
That's your dilemma, isn't it, sparky?

"Ozymandius" by Percy Bysshe Shelly ...

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said""Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.*

*(Emphasis added.)