Jackson, who left the White House amid allegations that he was so quick to dispense drugs to political aides and lawmakers that his nickname was “Candyman,” shouldn’t beat himself up too much re: not being able to get Trump to exercise. Like many of his completely insane views, the former real estate developer reportedly believes that the human body is “like a battery, with a finite amount of energy, which exercise only deplete[s],” hence why, outside of many, many hours spent playing golf on the taxpayer dime, he rarely moves. And getting Trump, whose preferred foods are Big Macs, meatloaf, and KFC, to eat a vegetable was obviously a major coup.

Of his infamous “incredible genes” press conference, Jackson told the Times, “That was the day I got the Trump stamp on me completely,” and was drawn into the inner circle, which, sadly for the Candyman, apparently hasn’t done much in the way of endorsements for his campaign. (Of the allegations, he insists they’re “complete garbage.”) But hey, perhaps a well-timed note about the president being the healthiest person to ever live is in order next time he makes an unplanned visit to Walter Reed.

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