Trump's 60 Minutes Interview: This Fucker Is REALLY GOING To Die VERY Soon

You know what keeps me up at night: What happens when an entire nation watches a brain dissolve in real-time on national television and collectively decides to pretend everything is fine?

Listen, I've watched a lot of trainwrecks in my life. I've seen relationships implode in bowling alley parking lots at 3 AM, witnessed career-ending presentations where someone accidentally shared their browser history instead of their PowerPoint, and I've even sat through a Christmas dinner where my drunk cousin tried to fight a decorative snowman. But nothing—and I mean nothing—compares to the spectacular fucking dumpster fire that was Donald Shitsniffer's 60 Minutes interview with Norah O'Donnell.

This wasn't just bad television. This wasn't even standard political evasion, that slippery dickweasel bullshit we've all come to expect from politicians who can tap-dance around questions like they're auditioning for Broadway. No, this was something far more sinister and significantly more alarming. This was a clinical presentation of cognitive deterioration broadcast to millions of Americans, complete with every red flag that neurologists and geriatric psychiatrists train for years to recognize. And we all sat there, bathed in the cold blue light of our screens, pretending the walls weren't melting while the building burned down around us.

The document I'm staring at right now—this meticulous analysis of speech patterns from that interview—reads less like political commentary and more like a goddamn case file from a neurology ward. Every single symptom is catalogued. Every concerning pattern is documented. And here's the thing that makes my blood boil like hot tar bubbling up through cracked asphalt: every single person watching this shitshow knew something was catastrophically wrong, but we've become so desensitized to the absurdity that we just... kept scrolling. Kept nodding. Kept pretending.

Jean-Paul Sartre once wrote, "We are our choices." But what happens when someone loses the cognitive capacity to make coherent choices? What happens when the machinery of thought starts grinding its gears into metal dust?

So buckle the fuck up, because we're about to dissect exactly how fucked this situation really is, symptom by symptom, red flag by red flag, until there's no possible way to unsee what's happening right in front of our faces.

Tangentiality isn't just going off on a tangent. It's a specific cognitive symptom where someone can't maintain focus on a question or topic, instead careening through unrelated subjects like a pinball ricocheting through a machine designed by a sadistic fuckwit. And Trumpington De ShittyGobhole's performance? It was a masterclass in this exact symptom.

Healthcare Question Disaster:

This isn't evasion. Evasion is strategic. Evasion is "I don't want to answer that, so let me redirect." This is someone who genuinely cannot hold the thread of a conversation long enough to complete a thought. It's like watching someone try to grab water with their bare hands—no matter how hard they try, it just keeps slipping through their fingers, leaving them grasping at nothing while the puddle spreads across the floor.

Venezuela Aircraft Carrier Question:

Michel de Montaigne observed, "The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself." But what happens when "oneself" becomes a scattered collection of fragmented thoughts that can't cohere into a single, unified response? What happens when the self becomes untethered from the anchor of focused cognition?

Supreme Court Tariffs Question:

The smell of desperation in these moments was palpable, thick and cloying like the stench of garbage fermenting in August heat. You could feel it seeping through the screen, that uncomfortable awareness that something is deeply, fundamentally wrong. The taste of it coated your mouth like chalk dust, making you want to spit and rinse and somehow cleanse yourself of the wrongness you'd just witnessed.

This is where shit gets technical and terrifying. We're not just talking about someone who rambles—we're talking about observable loss of syntactic coherence, where sentences trail off mid-thought like they've fallen off a cognitive cliff.

Exhibit A: The Rare Earth Word Salad

"We have tremendous rare earth, and it's going to be-- you know, it's going to be-- it'll be a strength, but it won't really be a strength if everybody has it."

Let's break down this absolute dickbag of a sentence:

This is what neurological decline looks like in language form. The thought starts forming, the neural pathways fire, but somewhere between intention and articulation, the connections fray. The brain can't hold all the pieces together long enough to construct a coherent statement from beginning to end.

Exhibit B: The Circular Plant Mindfuck

"These massive plants that are being built are building their own electric generating plants along with the plant itself."

Read that again. Slowly. Let it marinate in your consciousness like meat gone bad in a broken refrigerator. It's circular. It's repetitive. It says essentially nothing while using many words. "Plants are building plants along with the plant" is the cognitive equivalent of a snake eating its own tail—it goes nowhere, means nothing, and suggests someone struggling to organize basic concepts in real-time.

This is what psychologists call "poverty of content"—lots of words, zero substance. It's filler language produced by a brain desperately trying to maintain the appearance of coherence while the actual machinery of thought sputters and stalls.

Simone de Beauvoir wrote, "One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman." Similarly, one is not born a rambling clusterfuck of cognitive decline—one becomes it through the gradual erosion of executive function, the slow death of neural pathways, the inexorable march of neurodegeneration.

Perseveration is one of the most telling signs of cognitive decline. It's when someone gets trapped in mental loops, returning to the same topics, phrases, or ideas over and over regardless of relevance or context. It's like a scratch on a vinyl record, but the record is playing inside someone's skull and they can't make it stop.

The "Biden is the Worst President" Broken Record:

The "Rigged Election" Obsession:

The "Tariffs Solve Everything" Magic Wand:

The "We're Respected Again" Mantra:

Albert Camus wrote, "The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself." But what's the literal meaning of repeating the same phrases over and over like a wind-up toy stuck against a wall? It's a brain trying desperately to maintain the illusion of conversation while the gears grind against each other, producing heat and friction but no forward motion.

Here's where things get fucking dark. Donnie TurdATrump physically brought a list to the interview. He said it explicitly: "I brought a little list for you if you'd like to see it-- but I took eight wars and stopped during an eight-month period."

Why This Matters:

This is someone who requires external scaffolding to maintain even the appearance of coherent thought. It's like watching someone use training wheels on a bicycle, except the bicycle is his brain and the training wheels are a piece of paper with bullet points that he still can't follow properly.

The pilot story is particularly damning: "They told me something I didn't know. They said, 'Sir, for 22 years we've been practicing this route.'"

Red Flags in This Story:

Confabulation isn't lying. Lying is intentional deception. Confabulation is the brain filling in gaps with plausible-sounding but fabricated information. It's a symptom commonly seen in various forms of dementia, where the person genuinely believes the story they're telling because their brain has generated it to make sense of fragmented memories.

Bertrand Russell noted, "The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure and the intelligent are full of doubt." But what about when cocksure stupidity meets neurological decline? What happens when confidence remains unshaken even as the foundation of reality crumbles beneath it?

This is where we transition from concerning to genuinely alarming. Grandiosity in cognitive decline isn't just arrogance—it's a loss of self-awareness and reality testing so profound that the person loses the ability to accurately assess their own performance or achievements.

The Grandiose Claims:

John Dewey believed that "Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself." But what happens when the capacity to learn from reality, to adjust beliefs based on evidence, to maintain accurate self-assessment completely fails? We get this—a man locked in a hall of mirrors where every reflection shows him as the greatest, most successful, most persecuted figure in history.

The perseveration on being persecuted takes this from a personality quirk to a clinical red flag waving frantically in a hurricane.

The Paranoid Patterns:

Martha Nussbaum argues that "To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world." But what happens when openness closes? When the world becomes a hostile place filled with persecutors, scum, and kamikaze pilots hell-bent on your destruction? What happens when every interaction gets filtered through a lens of paranoia so thick that objective reality can't penetrate?

The confusion about timeframes and causation represents another serious red flag:

The Time-Distortion Examples:

This isn't just mixing up dates. This is fundamental confusion about how time, causation, and events relate to each other. It's the cognitive equivalent of a clock where all the hands point in random directions.

When asked about preventing political violence—a question requiring nuance, abstract thinking, and sophisticated policy analysis—Turdburg Trump provided:

What This Reveals:

Peter Singer argues that "All the arguments to prove man's superiority cannot shatter this hard fact: in suffering, the animals are our equals." Well, in cognitive decline, political figures are no different from anyone else. The brain doesn't give a shit about your voter registration, your net worth, or your approval ratings. When neural pathways degrade, they degrade. When executive function fails, it fails. No amount of power or prestige stops the neurological cascade.

Everything in Donaldo Fartfisted's responses exists in extremes:

This isn't rhetorical flourish. This is cognitive rigidity, the loss of ability to process information along a spectrum. It's the brain defaulting to simplistic binary categories because the processing power for nuanced analysis has degraded.

This section contains some of the most damning evidence because language is the external manifestation of internal cognitive processes. When language breaks down, it reveals the underlying cognitive deterioration.

Exhibit A: The Boeing Word Vomit

"They have-- hundreds of Boeing airplanes. We wouldn't give them parts. We were both acting-- maybe a little bit irrationally, but the big thing we had was tariffs ultimately."

What's Wrong Here:

This isn't someone organizing their thoughts poorly. This is someone whose thoughts are disorganized at the neurological level. The syntax reveals a mind that can't maintain a coherent structure from the beginning to the end of a statement.

Exhibit B: The Tariff Tautology

"You know, tariffs are incredible, because they really give us great national security."

This is what linguists call "poverty of content" and psychologists call "empty speech":

Protagoras said, "Man is the measure of all things." But what happens when man loses the ability to measure anything accurately? When the yardstick itself becomes warped and unreliable?

This pattern appears in every single policy question:

The Deflection Pattern:

This Is Not Normal Political Evasion:

Let me lay this out in the starkest possible terms, because apparently we need it spelled out:

Symptoms Consistent with Cognitive Decline Observed in This Interview:

Immanuel Kant wrote, "We see things not as they are, but as we are." But what happens when "as we are" becomes fundamentally disconnected from "as things are"? What happens when the perceiving subject loses the cognitive capacity for accurate perception?

Yes, the analysis document ends with the legally and medically necessary caveat: "Only medical professionals with in-person access can make diagnostic determinations."

BUT IT ALSO SAYS:

"The frequency, severity, and consistency of these patterns throughout this interview would likely be concerning to cognitive specialists if observed in a clinical setting."

Translation for those in the back: If your grandfather showed up to a doctor's appointment talking like this, the doctor would be ordering cognitive assessments faster than you can say "Mini-Mental State Examination."

Here's what makes me want to scream into the void until my throat bleeds: WE ALL KNOW.

Deep down, past the partisan bullshit and the tribal loyalty and the sunk-cost fallacy, we all fucking know something is catastrophically wrong. We can:

But we've collectively decided to pretend otherwise. We've agreed to participate in a mass delusion where observable reality becomes negotiable based on political affiliation.

Isaiah Berlin observed, "To understand is to perceive patterns." But we've trained ourselves to not perceive the patterns right in front of us. We've weaponized our own cognitive abilities in service of denial.

This is how democracies die. Not with jackboots and midnight raids, but with millions of people agreeing they can't see what's directly in front of them. With good people staying silent because speaking up feels too costly. With the collective abandonment of shared reality in favor of tribal narratives.

The 60 Minutes interview wasn't just bad television. It was a mirror held up to America's face, showing us exactly what we've become: a nation so fractured that we'll watch cognitive decline happen in real-time and debate whether it's "really that bad" instead of responding with appropriate alarm.

The Emperor has no fucking clothes. His cognitive function is deteriorating before our eyes. Every symptom is documented. Every pattern is clear. Every red flag is waving.

And we're all just sitting here, pretending the parade looks great.

John Rawls wrote, "Justice is the first virtue of social institutions." But what about truth? What about our collective responsibility to acknowledge observable reality? What happens when justice and truth both take a backseat to political convenience?

The scariest part isn't even the decline itself—it's the gaslighting. It's the mass agreement to pretend we don't see what we see. It's the death of shared reality happening in slow motion while we all watch and do nothing.

So yeah, that's what keeps me up at night. Not just that it's happening. But that we're letting it happen. That we've normalized it. That we've collectively agreed to pretend the building isn't burning down while we argue about the color of the goddamn curtains.

Wake the fuck up. The Emperor is naked, confused, and showing clear signs of cognitive decline. And our refusal to acknowledge it isn't loyalty or respectful discourse—it's cowardice dressed up as civility.

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