Trump’s doctor is a warning to all the footsoldiers and loyal colluders | Zoe Williams

Dr Harold Bornstein has admitted that the president dictated his own health report. But hes only one case of collateral damage in Trumps war on truth

Two years ago, devote or take, the US election seemed to hang on the health of the candidates. A video surfaced of Hillary Clinton, seeming to wobble and almost swoon as she got into a automobile. Your head told: this is trivial thing, if it were serious she would have bowed out, it’s probably one of those cancers like labyrinthitis or flu that you don’t believe exists until you get it yourself. Your gut said: this is very bad, voting is primal; no one lines up behind anyone who appears as though they’re about to fall over.

Trump, meanwhile, was in rude health, which was plain from his overall rudeness, and also, a letter from his physician, Dr Harold Bornstein. It was like a note you forge from your mum, in reverse: Donald Trump can go swimming, because he is in the best health ever, his level of wellbeing is unlike any you may have encountered in a swim-eligible child. It turns out there was a reason.” He dictated the whole thing ,” Borstein told CNN on Tuesday.” I just made it up as I went along ,” he unclarified, but I think we can call this an idiomatic US/ UK change: over there, the phrase clearly means:” I wrote down what that other person was telling .”

Dig into the text, and this much is obvious: his physical strength and staman were “extraordinary”. ” If elected ,” Bornstein made up as “hes been gone” along,” Mr Trump, I can country unequivocally, will be the healthiest individual ever elected to the presidency .” Healthier than Obama, who could shoot hoops while smoking; healthier than Kennedy, who could fry eggs just by looking at them with his vigorous eyes.” The healthiest ever” may have been the red flag, but the dead giveaway was the” astonishingly excellent “. There can never have been any real doubt that, as Bornstein now acknowledges,” Trump dictated the letter and I’d tell him what he couldn’t put in there .” Ah history, you tantalising discipline. I would devote all the ancient pots of Mesopotamia to know what Trump said that couldn’t go in.” He is so healthy that all my medical intellect fights to believe he is human, and not of the gods .” It’s given us all a chuckle, except the doctor; he may just be struck off for stimulating false statements. Wherever he aims up, it will be somewhere below” qualified and respected physician with a license to practise “.

In what should- devoted his astonishing good health- become his band name where reference is remakes himself as a global boulder star, Ye Shall Know Trump By His Trail of Indictments. In the investigation into Russian links, Robert Mueller has already procured a series of guilty pleas: Michael Flynn( former national security adviser ), George Papadopoulos( former campaign consultant ), Richard Pinedo( a “private citizen”, which I think is code for” all-purpose rich person “) and Dutch attorney, Alex van der Zwaan, who has already served 30 days in prison and been penalty $20,000. It must, from the inside, look like a game of musical chairs, again in reverse; if you can get out of the one that situates you anywhere near Donald Trump in time, you’ll be OK. This is not how the law ensure it. Painstaking and a little pedantic, it will go after anyone who has ever been implicated in anything, starting with the low-hanging fruit. By the time it gets to the high-hanging fruit, its appetite is often sated. After the Watergate scandal, 69 government officials were charged, and 48 of them found guilty. President Nixon was not among them. Their sentences( some as high as 40 years) were a lot longer than the prison time they served( mostly a couple of months ), but that’s not the point; the point- for foot soldiers, collaborators, loyal colluders- is that you’re all going down. If you got out today, it wouldn’t be soon enough, but it would be sooner than tomorrow.

In local elections , no one wins, especially the local electorate

Ah, local government elections: the world’s most unwinnable tournament. If you are the party of government, you’re expected to do severely, but there’s always a psephologist somewhere who’ll come out of the woodwork tosay you shouldn’t have done as badly as this. If you are the party of opponent, you’re expected to do well, but there will always be a decade in someone’s memory when you did better and still didn’t win the general election, and somehow polite sentiment will instantly congregate around the banality that it was necessary to wipe that smile off your face because you won’t win where it countings. If you’re neither of those parties, everybody is ask why you’re standing, unless you don’t, in which example they’ll ask why you’ve given up.

As if that weren’t dispiriting enough, you are competing for offices of state in which the only real power vested is to enact the will of the government which- if the government’s will is to strip local the matter of any money they may have had the power to allocate- is a thankless task for which” lack of thanks” will probably be the best-case scenario once your period of office grinds to an end.

And when it’s all over, everyone always claims to divine some message from it, which this year will be more vexing than ever; whatever the “triumph”, leavers and remainers will both fashion it into an amorphous victory for themselves, a fundamentally inconsequential one, except if the consequence is to vex each other, as we’re all already managing quite well.

And yet, if these are the elections in which to send a message, what a mountain of messages there are: a message against the Windrush scandal, against voter ID, against standing in a stupid style with your legs apart. It’s worth it for that. Even if it is raining.

Thin ice … the Thwaites glacier in 2015. Photograph: AFP/ Getty Images

Size of our climate problem is brought close to home

The Thwaites glacier in west Antarctica will melt, over the coming generation, unless urgent action is identified in time to save it. Being the size of Britain, that could move the sea level up a metre and a half. There was a hour when bad things were the size of football pitchings. Then they were the size of Wales. This is the first time that I can think of that the anything untoward has been as large as our whole land mass. What is it going to take for us to start calling it a climate crisis, rather than a change?

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