He is 76, and a very tired looking 76.
And he is a cancer on the Republic.
My second-oldest sister's old doctor gave her a diagnosis of bronchitis in the fall of 2009. She finally dumped him, and the first day she saw her new doctor in February 2010, he told her she had lung cancer. It was inoperable...small squamous cell. The oncologist told her that that type of cancer responds to treatment well, but it will come back, and with a vengeance. After intensive radiation and chemo treatments, 10 extra radiation treatments on her brain, she ended up with radiation burns on her back, had swallowing problems, and radiation pneumonia later in 2010. She had had her first cataract surgery in January 2011, and after coming home from the second surgery, she passed out in the bathroom, smashed her face on the bathtub, and it took 6 hours to put her face back together. In May they discovered the cancer had gone to her brain, put her in palliative care at the hospital, gave her 5 more radiation treatments to the brain, and she was admitted to hospice care on July 1, 2011. She died on her birthday September 2, 2011 at the age of 69.
Both parents, and my three siblings all smoked. My parents and that one sister, the second oldest died of lung cancer. My brother of a massive heart attack and my oldest sister died of a stroke at the age of 74. I was the baby, and never smoked. If I'm lucky enough, I'll make it to 77 in August, and be able to vote for Trump again in November.