The fact that Donald Trump — after decades of ludicrous lies about his height, weight, and health — publicly trumpeted his illness on the very day his intimate birthday letter to Jeffrey Epstein was published is the equivalent of an admission of guilt. Nothing more, nothing less.
I think and believe it would definitely be way more helpful if we focus our energies at this time on what matters the most at this point; and to also strive our best to not be spiteful, even at times when you disagree with someone; if you don’t mind me, Ms. Andrea Junker.