An Epidemic of Concussions in the Wake of Trump's Forehead-Slappers

It's just a theory.  

As far as I know, there hasn't been an uptick in the incidence of concussions following the third and final presidential debate.  Still, it wouldn't surprise me if it turned out to be true.

Some of us, when we hear outrageous statements, have a tendency to react by whacking our foreheads.  The Donald, (a.k.a.: His Orangeness), unleashed an entire caravan of whoopers during the course of that debate.

Some glaring examples:
1)  Referring to folks whom he believes shouldn't be crossing the border as "bad, bad people," and "bad hombres."  <whapp!>
2)  In response to Hillary Clinton's suggestion that Trump would be Vladimir Putin's puppet, blurting out, "You're the puppet!  You're the puppet."  That reminds me of the classic kindergartner's taunt,  "I know you are, but what am I?" <slapp!>
3)  Reacting to Clinton's criticism of Trump's wailing over rigged elections, The Donald shrieks, "You're such a nasty woman!"  <bonk!>
4)  When moderator Chris Wallace asks His Royal Orangeness whether or not he'll honor the election results, he declares,  "I'll tell you at the time."  "I'll keep you in suspense!"   <wheeee-whew!!!>   <conk!>

And the hand collides with the forehead over and over again, ad infinitum!   Those among us who are prone to such reactions need to find an alternative that's, maybe, less concussive, less risky to our long-term health.

I got it!  Let's just give our foreheads a gentle, repetitive pat with three, maybe four fingers instead.  

There!  That's better!

Give Him A Break! He Was Only 59!

A mercilessly incriminating video of His Royal Orangeness at his misogynistic best has been unveiled for public consumption.  (Links to the video are locked, but it can easily be viewed on Youtube).  The ugly-sounding dialog was with a guy named Billy Bush.  It was captured on a bus transporting them to an NBC-TV show set, and preserved for posterity. 

In 2013, I attended my high school reunion: Class of '63!  Virtually every one of the towel-snapping, wolf-whistling jocks and bullies among my classmates had grown up.  However, The Donald appears to be in a class of his own: a class of folks with seriously arrested development!

Is it at all realistic to expect a guy, just six years shy of seniorhood in 2005, to have significantly changed his behavior eleven years later?  In rare instances, maybe.  But Mr. Trump doesn't seem to be one of those uncommon exceptions. 

Presidential timber?  I dunno.

Just a few months back, he referred to a female journalist as a bimbo as well as "having blood coming out of her whatever."  Still snapping towels at the tender age of 70!

Oh well!  Boys will be boys!