As the world prays for Donald Trump and his deliverance from the dreaded disease that he actually didn’t even believe in until last Tuesday, we need, as always with the world’s slipperiest dickhead, to question a few ‘facts’. Well, ‘facts’ can only get you so far, and they’re always questionable anyway when coming out of ‘his’ White House, so we’ll stick with what is better still. Speculation. Gossip. Rumour. Anything really which will paint the dimwit Prez in a worse light.

He’s in hospital. Which is where you always put people who are fighting fit and not in any difficulties whatsoever. He is receiving shit-loads of experimental medication. But not mainlining bleach. Not yet, anyway. And maybe these quite radical measures are intended preventatively, or maybe The Don is actually suffering, we don’t know and really, we never will. He’ll either emerge onto the steps of the West Wing in 5 months time, 4 stone lighter and a hundred years older, claiming ‘it was nothing, just a cold’, or he’ll die. Which, from an intellectual standpoint, would put America in a stronger position than it is now.

The infection, we were led to believe, started with Hope. His communications babe, Hope Hicks. To whom, the prez is apparently ‘very close’. ‘Like a daughter’. And I’m concerned that this refers to ‘like a daughter in Tennessee’, or even Norfolk. But its nice for Trump to give so much power and control to the former swimwear model.

Hope had symptoms on Wednesday, just after the Biden debate. The Prez went ‘positive’ the next day. Though then stories emerged about him having it for 72 hours. Which meant he went to the debate knowing he had Covid.

But the actual ‘source’, it is reckoned, was last Sunday at the ceremony for the new Supreme Court puppet, sorry, judge, on the lawn at the White House. Where, in Trump style, 200 unmasked important people sat in ridiculously close proximity, shared a buffet, hugged and kissed and spat over each other repeatedly. As Republicans often do. 11 of those present have now tested positive.

And this is all so terribly worrying that I’ll have to distract myself by watching Spurs play Manchester United this afternoon. And if I’m honest, I’m far more concerned with getting 3 points at Old Trafford than with the health of an Old Tosser.

Happy, healthy Sunday

A xxxx