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In what could only be described as both a tragicomedy and a medical drama, former President Donald Trump hosted a town hall in Oaks, Pennsylvania, which turned out to be more of a fever dream than a political engagement. It was a classic case of “let’s get this political party started” meets “is that an ambulance I hear?” as the Greater Philadelphia Expo Center and Fairgrounds turned into a sweat-drenched sauna of political fervor and fainting fits.

The evening kicked off with Trump tackling questions like a pro, but enthusiasm turned to chaos when an attendee promptly decided they preferred a horizontal position, landing on a stretcher while the crowd rallied around with a passionate rendition of “God Bless America.” In a truly surreal twist, Trump’s response to this incident was to request “Ave Maria” to float through the air, as though the sweet sounds could heal the ailing patriot. Perhaps he thought medics were just setting the stage for a divine intervention.

Shortly after the first emergency, someone else in the crowd appeared to realize that standing in a hot room for too long while listening to Trump droning on might not be the best life choice. Cue another medical emergency, and you could almost hear the stage manager yelling, “Is this a town hall or a reality show?”

Trump’s campaign press secretary, Karoline Leavitt, played the role of the ever-optimistic parent, assuring everyone that the safety of supporters was a priority, while simultaneously labeling those who fainted as “great patriots.” What better accolade for someone who fainted in the presence of a former reality TV star than to be labeled a “great patriot”? Flags could be flying in honor.

In an odd juggling act of ego and emergency management, Trump suggested the doors be opened for some much-needed fresh air but was met with security protocols more unyielding than his toupee on a windy day. “Open those doors!” he insisted, before cunningly adding, “You know what’s going to happen to them,” with a wink, perhaps acknowledging his long-standing reputation for questionable hospitality.

The crowd sweltered, but then, sensing a possible snack break, Trump turned his town hall into a pop-up concert. A microphone in hand, he swayed on stage for nearly 45 minutes like an uncle at a family wedding who’s had one too many, declaring, “Let’s just listen to music. Who the hell wants to hear questions?” Clearly, when it comes to politics, no one asked to hear answers; they came for the sound of his voice—much like cats come to the sound of a can opener.

As the crowd slowly began to disperse, some remained, caught up in the bizarre carnival atmosphere—the political equivalent of a circus where instead of clowns, they had a former president singing off-tune. “To lighten the mood,” Leavitt noted, “the room was full of joy.” Joy, or perhaps a shared delusion, brought on by heatstroke and the delirium of watching a live-action caricature.

Meanwhile, over in the parallel ever-entertaining universe, Vice President Kamala Harris was also campaigning in Pennsylvania, her campaign still stuck trying to convince voters that wearing shoes is optional on Election Day. Her light quip on social media about hoping Trump is “okay” after all the swaying pretty much summed up the sentiment: in this political circus, we’re all just one ambulance ride away from a headline.

In summary, as Trump signed red MAGA hats, giving a whole new meaning to “signing off,” one can’t help but wonder if we are truly witnessing history here or just waiting for someone to yell, “Surprise! You’re on a hidden camera show!” Who knew politics could be this riveting and ridiculous?

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