Donald Trump sometimes seems omnipresent and eternal. Like him or loathe him, you can’t escape his face and voice, which is festooned across every newspaper, magazine, 24-hour news network, and social media feed.
But remember, he’s mortal. Arguably more mortal than most: he’s a 79-year-old man who doesn’t exercise, subsists on cheeseburgers, and appears to be quietly undergoing various medical crises. I’m not saying Trump’s going to drop dead tomorrow, but let’s just say the Grim Reaper is stood on the White House lawn impatiently tapping his scythe with his bony finger and checking his watch.
