Over the previous few months, Trump had managed—in that gross and sexist way of his—to make his opponent’s health, fitness, and stamina an issue. He did this despite being roughly fifty pounds overweight himself. He was barely able to climb a dozen stairs without gasping for breath (or descend without clutching a banister for dear life). Trump was “just asking questions,” he said, just as he was about Obama’s birth certificate. He tried to make us smarter every day.
