I really have to resist the impulse to like, romanticize the phraseology of his post-stroke tweets as being a signifier of some kind, as if he is an embodiment of the zeitgeist playing out some sympathetic echo of the grand dialectical negation of the artifice of decorum that has defined the end-of history, a narratively engaging, jokerfying second-act ordeal for the epochal Christ-man synecdoche-messiah to eventually transcend.