Good-bye, Mr. Fauci

He quickly became the media’s darling because they quickly realized that he opposed the President.

Of all the terrible consequences of the Wuhan virus, one of the worst was having Anthony Fauci introduced into our daily lives.

To look at him, you’d think he worked as a mascot for one of the baseball teams. But when he strode to the microphone and saw the red eye of the TV camera pointed in his direction, he suddenly felt himself 10-feet tall and the master of all he surveyed.

He quickly became the media’s darling because they quickly realized that he opposed the President. For the past four years, whether it was someone as repulsive as James Comey, Anthony Scaramucci, James Mattis, Michael Cohen, Rex Tillerson, Michael Avenatti or John Bolton, all a person had to do was fall out of favor with the President and he assumed heroic stature on the Left.

It was the old adage about any friend of my friend is a friend, but the enemy of my enemy is a better friend.

One thing I can say for Fauci is that he didn’t make it easy for his supporters. One day, he was pooh-poohing the virus, the next day he was comparing it to the Black Plague and predicting the deaths of millions of Americans. One day, he was admitting that masks were useless, the next day he was suggesting that people who didn’t wear them should be shot down like rabid dogs in the street.

One day, he was seeing the end of the pandemic on the horizon, the next he was warning it could go on indefinitely and nobody should ever again even think about shaking hands. And the day after that, he gave his blessing to people having sex with strangers they’d meet via a dating app, saying “It’s okay if your are willing to take a risk – and you know, everybody has their own tolerance for risks.”

After first dismissing the risk of contagion from crowds, he became somewhat fanatical when it came to social distancing. Well, maybe not so much fanatical as situational. By now, I suspect most of us saw the little fellow seated between a man and a woman at a Washington Nationals baseball game earlier this year. He was not wearing a mask.

As Selwyn Duke pointed out in an article, “The Many Masks of Anthony Fauci,” in The New American, the man has been sold to us as the world’s foremost authority on viruses, as you might expect of the man who heads up the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, but “he is neither an immunologist, epidemiologist nor virologist.”

He has a degree in internal medicine. But what he really is when you get right down to it is a career bureaucrat. He has had his gig at the NIAID since 1968! One can only imagine how many butts he has kissed in the past 52 years to have hung on that long.

One thing I have come to understand is that when “experts” tell us something that is based on models, we should turn a blind eye and two deaf ears to them. I first became aware of their shortcomings when Al Gore used to refer to models showing that within 10 years rising oceans would turn Topeka, Kansas, into a coastal community.

Next, we heard that models proved that the temperatures would rise high enough to bake us alive.

Then along came Fauci insisting that his models proved that Covid-related deaths in the U.S. would reach millions. But what he hasn’t mentioned is the fact that even the Center for Disease Control admits that only about 6% of Covid fatalities can be attributed to the disease alone; that in 94% of the cases, it merely contributed to the deaths of people suffering from cancer, heart disease, hepatitis, Alzheimer’s and pneumonia.

Fauci showed his true cowardly colors when he was facing a congressional committee in late July and Rep. Jim Jordan asked him if he thought that the government should crack down on Black Lives Matter protests “similar to how the government has banned churches from congregating or businesses from operating.”

After first admitting that crowds of people increased the chances of spreading the disease, Fauci refrained from offering an opinion.

Jordan, who is one of the few members of the House who actually uses committee hearings to solicit facts and not just to get his face on TV, followed up by saying: “Well, you make all kinds of recommendations. You make comments on dating, on baseball, on everything you can imagine. I’m just asking if we should limit the protests.”

“I think,” said our fearless leader, “that I would leave that to people who have more of a position to do that.”

Even if you can decipher what it means to have more of a position to voice an opinion means, it gives us a pretty good idea how a Washington bureaucrat maintains his job through 10 different administrations.

Dr. Knut Wittkowski, an actual expert in the field, who early on warned that lockdowns were a bad idea, claiming that herd immunity and the virus’s eradication could have been achieved within weeks, was asked to explain why he and Fauci, who pushed for a nation-wide lockdown, differed so radically on the issue.

Wittkowski replied: “Well, I’m not paid by the government, so I’m entitled to actually do science.”

If I recall correctly, President Trump officially labeled Antifa a terrorist organization a couple of months ago. So how is it that I don’t see the Justice Department dropping the boom on the thugs?

Have we come to the point where being dubbed terrorists only serves as a recruitment tool?

Speaking of the urban rabble, can it possibly just be a coincidence that every “unarmed black man” (meaning no gun, but very likely a knife, an axe or a club) who is shot by a cop has a rap sheet as long as your arm?

Considering how systemically racist Black Lives Matter and the Obamas insist law enforcement is, branding every police department in the nation with a scarlet R, wouldn’t you think that now and then the cops would gun down some black lawyers, a handful of black doctors, a few black pharmacists and a couple of uppity black accountants?

It’s truly a mystery the way the bigots in blue never seem to shoot a black person who actually has a job.

I’m glad that President Trump found the time in his busy schedule to fire Secretary of Defense Mark Esper.

Normally, it’s not a position to which I pay that much attention. But Esper is the stooge for the defense industry, the man who warned the President about pulling troops out of Afghanistan “too quickly.”

Any bonehead who’d use the words “too quickly” to describe our long-overdue withdrawal from 20 year-long nightmare is someone I wouldn’t trust to empty the wastebaskets at the Pentagon. But then, I don’t trust anyone at the Pentagon, which merely serves as a way station for those moving from the military to cushy high-paying jobs as lobbyists for outfits like Boeing, Lockheed Martin and Raytheon.

My distrust went up a few notches after I heard that the military brass had been lying to President Trump about the number of troops we actually have stationed in Syria.

Clearly, Esper is one of those hawks who longs for the good old days when we had Hundred Year Wars that actually lasted 116 years.

Sometimes, especially during the days when a few studios ran the industry, you would see terrible actresses in movies and you could easily guess they had slept with a mogul or one of the studio’s top-line directors. It was tawdry, but at least it made sense.

But when you see guys like Casey Stegall, who sounds as if he’s addressing four-year-olds, and Griff Jenkins, who seems to be suffering from a case of terminal constipation, reporting the news at Fox, you can’t help wondering who’s doing the hiring at the network.

Over at MSNBC, Pulitzer Prize-winning biographer Jon Meachem, was interviewed after Joe Biden delivered his hopefully-premature acceptance speech. Meachem gave the speech extremely high marks and, for good measure, threw in a comparison to Jefferson.

When it turned out he helped write the speech, it shocked some people. I, however, thought it established a welcome precedent.

So if any of you want to know how great my articles are, don’t be shy. Just ask me.

Goodbye, Mr. Fauci He quickly became the media’s darling because they quickly realized that he opposed the President.