My Presidential Medical Analysis

So, Hillary Clinton has pneumonia. Lucky for her – and the world – it is the treatable kind. I had pneumonia a few years ago. I could hardly lift a glass of water to my lips let alone engage in a presidential election campaign.

For six nights, I had to sleep upright in a leather recliner. If I lie flat on my bed, I coughed so violently everything in my body shook loose.

My doctor gave me an antibiotic. Maybe the same one Clinton is on. He said it would get rid of the sickness in seven days. He was bang on.

As for Donald J. Trump, it is a little known fact that he is suffering from a severe case of knowmonia. Victims of this affliction are left not knowing anything but sadly, they are totally unaware that they are as dull as the underside of smooth, round rock. Perversely, and this is the scourge of this disease, victims actually think they know a lot. More than anyone else, in fact.

Sarah Palin has exhibited symptoms of knowmonia for years but she also has frequent bouts of dieherheehaw. There is no cure for knowmonia and little hope for sufferers of dieherheehaw.

©2016 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.