Thursday, September 18, 2025

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Trump: You understand and we will be reducing drug costs over the next year by not 50 or 60% but by 1000%… Because if you think of a $10 pill -- it will be raised up from 10 to 20 because it's the world versus us, the world is the bigger place.. so it will go from 10 to 20… for them which is bearable. And it will go from 10 to 20 for us.
Jen Psaki played this tonight. I heard it on the radio (Sirius), so it was divorced from video. Only the voice; isolated, like the transcript isolates it from the speaker.

There is no way for this to make sense. The conclusion has nothing to do with the opening sentence. That sentence hangs there like a broken door. It leads into a set of broken sentences, broken ideas. It’s Hitchcock’s MacGuffin: it starts the presentation, but it disappears, it’s job done. Except this MacGuffin doesn’t lead to the conclusion its presents. Its job is not done. It’s a broken tooth fronting a ruined gullet dribbling words with no purpose, no sense, no meaning. Where’d the 1000% price reduction go, because the conclusion here is that…we will pay the drug price the world pays?

Most of the industrialized world provides healthcare to its citizens. Medicare is one of the most socialistic of such programs. It controls some drug prices, through the Part D insurance policies it approves. Other countries simply provide the drugs, and contract with providers to buy in bulk.

I knew a man who told me he’d been in Europe, on a business trip, when he got sick. He went to the hospital, was treated, and discharged with what he called a shoebox full of prescription drugs. He paid nothing. That’s how the “world” does it.

I have no idea what Trump thinks he said, because it’s gibberish. You can try to say he was trying to do this, or that, or the other. He was trying to be clever, sound smart, sound like a deal maker. None of it fits. The man is speaking gibberish. His mind is a rat’s nest. Nothing good comes out of it. Nothing worthwhile, nothing intelligible, nothing that qualifies him to hold this office.

That broken door leads into a room full of broken furniture. There is no meaning there. There is only garbage. The lights are out. The windows are broken. The wind plays among the wreckage. There is only the aftermath of chaos, nothing more.
I rest my case.

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