One of the dangers with Lupus is that nearly half of those with the disease will suffer attacks on the brain. Lupus can affect your memory, your cognitive skills, even your behavior. It’s just one of those scary things that kinda freaks me out about my disease.
I have had occasion where I just cannot gather my thoughts or concentrate. I even forget things — which, for me, is really unusual. You can always tell when Dianny is having a flare because I just don’t post much for days at a time. When you just cannot concentrate or express your thoughts, it gets a little tricky to post three or four times a day at Patriot Retort. Unless you guys want me to start posting the disjointed meanderings of a Lupus-riddled mind. But let’s not.
When your passion is clearly and articulately advancing ideas, Lupus descending on your gray matter is like having an unpleasant house guest who won’t freaking leave. They play really loud music at night while you’re trying to sleep, leave their wet towels on the bathroom floor, and eat all the good snacks.
During those flares, I don’t have a particularly good brain.
I watched the clip of Donald Trump on Morning Joe yesterday and I took some comfort in the fact that, even though Lupus may attack my brain, at least I still know how to avoid saying something so ludicrous I embarrass myself without me knowing I’ve embarrassed myself.
Mika Brzezinski asked Trump, “Who are you talking to consistently – since we have some dire foreign policy issues percolating around the world right now – who are you consulting with consistently so that you’re ready on day one?”
Donald, apparently suffering a Doofus flare, said, “I’m speaking with myself, number one, because I have a very good brain, and I’ve said a lot of things.”
So, Donald Trump speaks to himself.
Because A) he has a very good brain and B) he says a lot of things.
Well, he’s definitely right about B. He never shuts up. Of course he has a tendency to say one thing on Monday and then the entirely opposite thing on Tuesday. Or, worse, he says one thing at 9:15 am on Monday and the entirely opposite thing six minutes later. For example saying there are two Donalds, then moment later saying no there aren’t two Donalds.
“My sister! My daughter! My sister! My daughter!”
Forget it, Dianny. It’s Donald Town.
Now, far be it from me to question whether Donald has a very good brain or not. I’ve never seen any MRIs he may have had. And since I can’t read an MRI, seeing one wouldn’t help me one lick.
And since he won’t release his school transcripts, we don’t even know if he’s particularly smart. I mean, he says he’s smart. But so does Obama.
Trump did try and further explain that he does talk to people about foreign policy (Who? Who knows?).
“I know what I’m doing,” he said, “and I listen to a lot of people. I talk to a lot of people, and at the appropriate time, I’ll tell you who the people are, but I speak to a lot of people, but my primary consultant is myself, and I have a good instinct for this.”
Wasn’t it Abraham Lincoln who said, “He who represents himself has a fool for a client?”
And what’s this “at the appropriate time” he’ll tell us who these people are?
What’s the appropriate time? Who determines the appropriate time? If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say Donald and his very good brain will determine the appropriate time. Donald will sit down with himself and talk to himself, his primary consultant, and determine when it is the appropriate time to tell us all whom he consults (other than himself).
My guess is, the “appropriate time” will be after he finagles the nomination and somehow manages to win the presidency and we’re stuck with him for four years. Then he’ll tell us.
Sweet merciful Zeus.
I have Lupus.
What’s his excuse?!
Hat tip Washington Free Beacon.
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