Only one group of people would truly mourn Trump

I guess I was doing something right last weekend. I had no idea that the internet had blown up with speculation over the president’s poor health. I try to unplug at least once a week, for my own health reasons, and apparently I succeeded.

As far as I can tell, Donald Trump is not dead, but on Tuesday he was an hour late to a White House presser, where he announced something. It doesn’t matter what it was, because the purpose of the announcement was proving he’s alive, though he’s clearly in a state of steep decline.

I think Garrett Graff’s piece this week says pretty much what needs saying about the newsworthiness of the subject, but I will take it a step farther: the reason Trump’s health has not made the leap from “news story” to “news event” is because the Washington press corps, especially the people who cut checks, doesn’t have the incentive.

The press corps needs attention. It’s the kind of need normal people cannot understand, nor should they, for their own sake. Trump, meanwhile, provides attention, especially when he says insane things.

So the incentive is not toward revealing the truth about Trump’s failing health but concealing it, even going so far as to accept uncritically the preposterous claim that he’s the fittest man to ever hold the office. If there’s nothing to see, even though it’s happening in front of television cameras, the gravy train can continue, and “everyone” is happy.

Here’s an example. At that presser, Trump was asked by one of the Fox chodes whether he would send National Guard troops to Chicago and other major cities. Trump hemmed and hawed, as he usually does, searching for an answer. He was clearly not trying to make an announcement, just saying whatever popped into this demented head.

Then the Associated Press pushed this breaking news alert, in effect giving an improvised response the look and feel of serious presidential thought: “President Donald Trump said he will order federal law enforcement intervention in Chicago and Baltimore, despite local opposition.”

Joe Biden did not do that. He did not bring mindless attention to himself. He did not invite reporters into the White House every day. He did not say crazy things in front of cameras, though he could mangle the English language like few others could. He did not speak with absolute contempt for facts and the truth. And he did not provide attention-seekers with what they needed more than anything else.

So like junkies, they went looking for what Biden would not give them. They accepted as true Trump’s allegation that the Afghan withdrawal was the worst disaster in history, even though Trump negotiated the disastrous terms of it. Reporters also accepted as true allegations made by a federal prosecutor who said Biden was old and tired.

These are two examples of dozens of stories that generated enormous public interest, that is, enormous attention for the attention-seekers. Along with Biden’s terrible debate performance, these stories paved the way for Jake Tapper’s post-election book alleging a secret and massive cover-up of Biden’s health, especially his mental decline, and even that Biden is somehow responsible for Trump’s victory.

If reporters like Tapper (and co-author Alex Thompson) really believed what they said about a massive cover-up of Biden's infirmities, you would expect them to never, ever, make that mistake again. You would think professional integrity and service to the public would compel them to chase down every tip as to the well-being of the current president.

But here we are in the middle of the near-total absence of any serious and sustained reporting on Trump's visible infirmities – as Graff said, the bruised hands, the swollen ankles, the changes to his personal habits (since when does he spend a holiday weekend at the White House?) and, most of all, the utterly confabulated things he says daily.

This near-total absence is reason alone to believe that Tapper, Thompson and others did not themselves believe what they said about Biden, only that saying it brought them the attention they needed.

And this near-total absence is reason alone to believe something else: that they don’t need to go out looking for attention because the president already provides it. As long as he does, the public may never know what shape he’s really in, perhaps not until the day he dies.

And even then, we may never know.

Trump’s death would trigger a power vacuum full of infighting and backstabbing between contentious factions of his fragile coalition, especially between his family, which wants the grift to keep going, and anyone who might get behind Vice President JD Vance.

In life and in death, Trump is good news for the news business. And it’s because the demagogue and the press are in a symbiotic relationship that the evidence of our eyes – the daily decay of the oldest man to take the presidential oath – is not nearly enough incentive for beltway reporters to set aside their self-interest for the good of the people.

Donald Trump is the most miserable person on God’s earth. He’s never known a moment of joy. He steals it from those around him. The only people he’s ever made happy were those who need attention like you and I need air. For this reason alone, they might mourn his passing.

Maybe.