General Discussion

There once was a claim shouted loud,
“Alzheimer’s!” it echoed and bowed.
But the story fell flat—
Trump’s not fading like that,
He’s escalating, fierce and unbowed.

His volume grows stronger, not less,
No gentle cognitive regress.
He’s louder each day,
More untethered in play—
That pattern’s a different distress.

A viral post flew through the air,
With bruises and rumors to spare.
An infusion was blamed,
Confusion proclaimed—
But the facts didn’t quite line up there.

For Alzheimer’s shrinks slowly away,
While this looks like judgment astray.
Impulse control slips,
Reality tips—
That points to another display.

There’s a syndrome the frontal lobes dread,
Where conduct and foresight are shed.
When those regions degrade,
Social brakes start to fade—
And behavior goes wildly misread.

Frontotemporal damage, they say,
Hits empathy first on its way.
Not memory’s core,
But judgment and more—
The filters just crumble and fray.

One symptom that often appears
Is stories told bold without fears.
They’re vivid, sincere,
But untethered from here—
Confabulations, not sneers.

The brain can’t fact-check what it spins,
So falsehood feels true from within.
No trickery planned,
Just a loss of command—
Belief fills the logical sins.

So lies aren’t quite lies in that frame,
No conscious deceit in the game.
A test might be passed,
Because truth feels so fast—
Conviction and fact aren’t the same.

And that is the nightmare described:
Not fading, but boldly imbibed.
A mind full of sound,
With no guardrails around—
Escalation, as prescribed.