Well, since the swamp media felt A-OK about speculating on President Donald Trump’s fitness for office after he went to Walter Reed for a physical, we suppose there’s no reason to feel any compunction about doing the same with Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. According to the Supreme Court, RBG spent the weekend in the hospital after coming down with “chills and fever” on Friday. She first went to Sibley Memorial Hospital in Washington, but apparently the symptoms were serious enough to transfer her to Johns Hopkins in Baltimore for “further evaluation and treatment.” The Court’s spokesperson is doing their best to downplay the seriousness of the situation, but, you know, that’s exactly what you would expect them to do.
But is it the truth?
Here’s what we know: Ginsburg is 86 years old, which is not a sprightly age. Yes, there are many people who have lived into their 90s and beyond, taking their mental faculties with them right up until eternity. But these people are far from the norm. The norm is that, once you start moving into your ninth decade on earth, things start to fall apart. And things have been falling apart for Ruth Bader Ginsburg for quite a while now.
She underwent treatment for colon cancer in 1999.
She had surgery for pancreatic cancer in 2009.
She had a recurrence of pancreatic cancer and a surgery for lung cancer just last year.
On November 13, she missed opening arguments due to what the Supreme Court is referring to as a “stomach bug.”
Now, for all we know, Ginsburg will continue to trudge her way through health scare after health scare for the next decade, defying the odds and staying sharp enough to conduct her duties on the nation’s highest court. It could happen. You can’t bet against the human spirit; if someone wants to live badly enough, great miracles can occur.
But we also have to live in the real world. And in that world, when The New York Times publishes a mini-biography of your career when you take a trip to the hospital, things might be a little worse than official spokespeople are letting on. We didn’t see them tracing the contours of Donald Trump’s life and times when those heart attack rumors were floating around the ether. Something tells us that the Times knows something that we don’t.