Should We Make Fun of a Man Who May Have Dementia?

We shouldn’t make light of Alzheimer’s Disease. I’m not joking.

Mister Lichtenstein
4 min readSep 6, 2022

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Illustration of Donald Trump looking confused
Confusion, by yours truly.

If there’s one thing my readers likely know about me, it’s that I love to make fun of Donald Trump. America is a place that prides itself on the freedom to make fun of the powerful, especially our most powerful people. I have my lines though. I believe that good satire punches up, not down. I liken it to being a Yankees fan. A good Yankees fan wants the Yanks to face the Red Sox while the great rival is at its full power, not when it’s hobbled by injuries, because there’s no glory in defeating a diminished adversary.

So imagine my conflict upon seeing this. TLDR: When Donald Trump went on the campaign trail for Dr. Oz, he said something strange. Here’s the relevant bit from the transcript:

I never thought it was much of a possibility. But I never knew people could cheat like that. Not like last week. Weirdo. He’s a weirdo. Mark Zuckerberg came to the White House, kissed my ass all night. “Sir, I’d love to have dinner, sir. I’d love to have dinner. I’d love to bring my lovely wife.” All right, Mark, come on in. “Sir, you’re number one on Facebook. I’d like to congratulate you.” Thank you very much, Mark. I appreciate it.

Well, Mark Zuckerberg confessed that in 2020, the FBI went to Facebook and the media and gave them the false narratives that the Hunter Biden laptop from Hell was Russian disinformation, even though they knew that was not true. So they went in they said it was Russian disinformation, by the way. The guy that came in with that stuff just got fired. He perp-walked, he was perp-walked out of the FBI on Friday.

My mom has Alzheimer’s. It’s terrible. The thing to understand about it is that it doesn’t all appear out of nowhere. There were symptoms early on, things I ascribed to her personality, or perhaps to being cranky from getting on in years, or being a widow. These things were signs she was being chipped away by the disease.

One of them was temporal confabulation. She’d insist something that happened years ago was last week. She’d say someone was someone they were not. She’d have trouble using technology or making sense of written words. Sure, she was never a tech nerd, but forgetting how to…

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