BY: DAIMAN TEER for: The Simpleton Star
Moby—real name Richard Melville Hall, the pretentious electronic musician who slapped a whale reference on himself like it made him deep – recently slithered back into relevance with an Instagram/TikTok clip diagnosing Donald Trump with “frontotemporal dementia combined with longstanding malignant narcissism.”
To the world, he preaches: “Trump is not America,” while claiming the former president is “a mess.” Bold words from a guy with zero medical credentials, a high-school diploma he barely earned, and a philosophy degree he quit after eight months to chase rave gigs.
Moby isn’t a doctor. He’s not even educated. Dropped out of the University of Connecticut in 1984, no neurology, no psychiatry, nothing. Yet he confidently labels Trump with frontotemporal dementia (FTD)—a brutal disease that shreds personality, speech, and function in middle age, leaving victims unable to manage basic life, let alone run empires or campaigns at 80. Trump’s grinding through 90-hour weeks and headlines; Moby’s grinding… Instagram reels. This is textbook armchair quackery, violating the Goldwater Rule that even real psychiatrists follow: don’t diagnose public figures without direct exam.
Moby skips ethics, expertise, and facts, parroting partisan shrinks like Dr. John Gartner for clout.
But let’s talk projection. Moby’s own history reeks of the creepy behavior he accuses others of. In his 2019 memoir Then It Fell Apart, he claimed he “dated” Natalie Portman when she was 20 and he was 33. Portman, then 37, shut it down hard in Harper’s Bazaar: “My recollection is a much older man being creepy with me when I just had graduated high school… He said I was 20; I definitely wasn’t. I was a teenager. I had just turned 18… That he used this story to sell his book was very disturbing to me.”
Portman described hanging out “a handful of times” before realizing his interest felt “inappropriate,” prompting her to pull away. Moby doubled down at first, posting photos like some sad “proof,” then apologized for being “inconsiderate and disrespectful” given the 14-year age gap—after the backlash tanked his book tour.
The fallout wasn’t isolated. Women online and in media called out the dynamic as predatory: a 33-year-old pursuing an 18-year-old fresh out of high school feels off, especially when she frames it as creepy overreach.
Other accounts surfaced of Moby’s uncomfortable eye contact, overbearing vibes, and entitled antics tied to his admitted binge drinking and drug years. He’s admitted to being an “out-of-control, utterly entitled drink and drug addict” back then—yet still weaponizes armchair diagnoses against political foes while his own past gets scrubbed as “recovery.”
At 60, Moby looks worn from decades of excess, yet calls Trump a “mess.” His music relevance peaked 25 years ago; now it’s vegan rants, failed ventures, and virtue-signaling from a guy whose cultural footprint is shrinking faster than his hairline. “Trump is not America”? Maybe, but Moby sure as hell isn’t qualified to speak for anyone—except maybe other fading celebs desperate for likes. Stick to playlists, Richard. Your “diagnoses” and deflections are as credible as your dating stories: pure delusion.
Job 13:4 (ESV): “As for you, you whitewash with lies; worthless physicians are you all.”
This verse condemns false “healers” or comforters who pretend to provide true help but bring only lies and no real value or legitimacy.
LET US PRAY
Heavenly Father, protect us from deceivers who pretend to be healers, doctors, or nurses but spread danger and unwholesome influence, like Moby and others who mislead. Guard our hearts and bodies from their falsehoods. Grant us discernment through Your Holy Spirit to test every spirit and cling only to Christ, our true Physician. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
