From 1998 and Bill Clinton’s semen on Monica Lewinsky’s dress, it must have been that long ago that America was still captivated by a few stains. There were three red eye-catchers on Donald Trump’s hand. In television studios, political reporters pored over the spots with microscopic zeal. Blood? Blisters? Burn? Skin disease? Paint pot? Fluo marker? Strawberry coulis? A dermatologist called in did not provide a definitive answer. And Trump himself remained silent. Where are the days when great leaders offered journalists access to their medical records? Jean-Luc Dehaene once spontaneously rolled up his trouser legs while visiting VTM: “Do you see those flakes, Dany? I suffer from psoriasis.” Trump’s spots are a foretaste of what awaits us in his duel with Joe Biden. It is not their views that will make the headlines, but their blood pressure values and their oxygen saturation. Whoever of the two is still alive on November 5 wins.
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COLUMN. From Bill Clinton’s semen to Monica Lewinsky’s dress, it’s been the last time America has been so captivated by a few stains
