The moment captured everything combustible about Trump-era politics: showmanship, grievance and a willingness to turn even personal health into a loyalty test. In front of a solemn crowd gathered after a mass shooting, Trump pivoted quickly from tragedy to a familiar comfort zone — boasting, branding and ranking himself above Obama and Biden with a doctor’s praise as proof.
Ronny Jackson, now a MAGA-aligned congressman, has his own complicated trail of demotion, reinstatement and partisan declarations that Trump is the “healthiest president” in U.S. history. Meanwhile, Trump’s official MRIs and diagnosis of chronic venous insufficiency paint a more ordinary picture of aging. The clash between medical nuance and political theatre leaves voters staring at a deeper question: in a country led by its oldest presidents ever, whose health narrative can they trust — and who’s writing it?
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