According to the FDA only patients with a serious illness are given access to use experimental treatments when no other alternatives remain.
Apparently, doctors concluded that Trump's brain was too small for a surgical cure for his malicious moron malady. Coupled with the fact that they would have had to cut into an abnormally thick skull the surgeons had to pass on the attempt.
White House staff were tasked with monitoring Trump's one-of-a-kind medication that came in a suppository form.
A lottery quickly sprung up among the staff who drew cards to see who would have to remind him to stick the solid medication up his fat ass three times a day.
One poor staffer came in to remind Trump just before midnight and passed out from the stench of his dirty diaper mixed with the fetid suppository, that he was gleefully shoving up his amble rearend.
The daily drawing was dreaded but it was the only way to make sure the Orange POTUS took his medicine regularly.
The traumatized staff tried not to think the worst, but they all had a nagging feeling that Trump's experimental drug wasn't working. He was as big a moron as ever.
Meanwhile a crazed Secretary of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services Robert F. Kennedy was working on a cure for his mob boss in the Oval Office.
His cure involved ingesting ivermectin mixed with powdered raccoon penis, honey, and Zebra dung. Thus far his cure had only made mammals teeth fall out but RFK Jr. knew he was getting closer to a cure for mega morons.
Stay tuned for more medical updates on the convicted felon that somehow got elected twice.
As it Stands, if only there was a cure for morons. It would wipe out the MAGA movement.
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