Drama much?
It’s been ten days. You would think you’ve been locked up in a basement for twenty years.
It has been 15 and longer vis-vis the economic shutdown.
This isn’t about the flu. This isn’t the flu. I am not one of them. I fully believe that this is as serious as it gets.
My problem is with the Dr. “no solutions just problems” Frauduci.
This is about the functionary bro who Trump is listening to. Fauci is a cancer that must be isolated. He has the DNA of that most insidious of creatures, the Washington, Deep State Bureaucrat.
He is the Ultimate Functionary. Solving problems is anathema to his existence. He sees a solved problem as a threat to his existence. Without a problem, he would have no function. He lives for nothing but the PowerPoint, the projection, rhe assumption.
You know him, I know him. He is that guy who calls endless meetings to have endless discussions about follow up meetings to prolong the discussion. Nothing ever gets done. It’s all an abstraction and academic exercise so that he can continue to make an artful comment and show the world how smart he is.
And when pressed, when our up against it to reach a conclusion what does a man like this do? He rattles on about models and assumptions then renders his worse case scenarios and then gives that ultimate, cowardly cherry on top and says:
“But don’t hold me to that.”
Sorry, but I am done with this POS. If this guy had been in charge of getting us to the Moon, he would have spent all his energy projecting how to bring the Moon to us.
I was done with Mr. Lockdown the second he poo pooed treatments and instead discussed process. “This Virus is deadly!!! But not so deadly that we can’t take the time to have a nice bureaucratic clincal trial that will take forever.”
We need a cure for this virus and it starts with isolating the cancer known as Fauci.