Until this week, Donald Trump never inspired me.He was more of a cautionary tale on how not to behave. This changed on Tuesday. Now I’m grappling with an unsettling feeling: that cheeseburger-eating, Diet Coke-guzzling, sleep-deprived, TV binge-watching, race-baiting, rage-tweeting, no-exercising, book-hating, salad-averse, polarizing bigmouth in the Oval Office has just made me hopeful. Who knew doing everything wrong could be so good for you? Medically speaking, Donald Trump is my new hero.It all started at a surreal news conference. White House physician Ronny Jackson stood before the cameras to detail the president’s recent medical exam. Though heavy on the jargon — “normal left ventricular systolic function” — there were only two possible explanations for his conclusions.1. There was a mix-up and Dr. Jackson was reading lab results for Usain Bolt.2. Trump is in shockingly excellent health.Forced to confront No. 2, the Washington press corps nearly had a stroke.“Do you believe he’s fit for duty?” asked one reporter, after the doctor provided clinical data that suggests Trump might be fit to climb Everest.“How much weight should he lose?” asked another.And so it went for nearly an hour, as incredulous journalists shot up their hands to bark out loaded questions while clearly hostile to the answers.“Can you explain to me how a guy who eats McDonald’s and Kentucky Fried Chicken and all those Diet Cokes — and who never exercises — is in as good a shape as you say he is?” asked one reporter.“It’s called genetics,” replied Dr. Jackson.It was like watching a flat-Earth society get testy when shown NASA images.When Dr. Jackson was sanguine in his projections of Trump’s life expectancy — “I told the president that if he had a healthier diet over the last 20 years, he might live to be 200 years old” — the queries strayed beyon ...
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