I would BET that he got COVID from a DEMOCRAT at the DEBATE!!!
may have gotten it from his wife, who got it from her aide, Hicks
My first thought exactly. And I would not be surprised to find out it was intentional.
>>I would BET that he got COVID from a DEMOCRAT at the DEBATE!!!
https://www.thestranger.com/seattle/germ-warfare/Content?oid=3092
Germ Warfare
Dan Savage Goes Undercover to the Iowa Caucuses and Gives Gary Bauer the Flu Bug
by Dan Savage
...I’m the only new volunteer to walk through the door in quite some time, apparently, so campaign staffers don’t quite know what to do with me. Only after 10 or 15 minutes of asking around does Andy, a young Bauer staffer, direct me to the phones.
...Pretending you feel fine when you’ve got the flu is exhausting — and I have the flu in a big way. On my flight to Minneapolis, I felt this itch in the back of my throat. By the time I got to my hotel in Des Moines, all I could do was get undressed, crawl under the covers, and stay in bed for two days. On day three, still sick as a dog, I decide to get up and do my job. I’m relieved when the Bauer folks stick me in an out-of-the-way cubicle, where unobserved I can allow myself to look as miserable as I feel...
I catch Gary Bauer on MSNBC. “Our society will be destroyed if we say it’s okay for a man to marry a man or a woman to marry a woman,” he says. Seeing Bauer go off about gay marriage reminds me of something he said back in December, when the Vermont Supreme Court came out for same-sex marriage: “I think what the Vermont Supreme Court did last week was in some ways worse than terrorism.”
In my Sudafed-induced delirium, I decide that if it’s terrorism Bauer wants, it’s terrorism Bauer is going to get. Naked, feverish, and higher than a kite on codeine aspirin, I call the Bauer campaign and volunteer. My plan? Get close enough to Bauer to give him the flu, which, if I am successful, will lay him flat just before the New Hampshire primary. I’ll go to Bauer’s campaign office and cough on everything. Phones and pens. Staplers and staffers. I even hatch a plan to infect the candidate himself; I’ll keep a pen in my mouth until Bauer drops by his offices to rally the troops. And when he does, I’ll approach him and ask for his autograph, handing him the pen from my flu-virus-incubating mouth.
While I make calls, I overhear Bauer’s press secretary calling reporters and letting them know that Gary will be having a press conference at a cemetery at 3:30 p.m., at the grave of a fetus found in a ditch. Gary will give his usual complaint about the coarsening of our culture — standing on a child’s grave for emphasis. While I dial, my eyes drift over the pieces of paper pinned to the wall of my cubicle. A photocopied “thought for the day” catches my attention. “Remember, when someone annoys you,” the thought reads, “it takes 42 muscles in your face to frown. But it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and SMACK THE &&&HOLE UPSIDE THE HEAD.” Hmmm. A little coarse, I think to myself, chewing my pen.
...I’ve got work to do.
I go around the room licking doorknobs. They are filthy, no doubt, but there isn’t time to find a rag to spit on. If for some reason I don’t manage to get a pen from my mouth to Gary’s hands at the conference, I want to seed his office with germs, get as many of his people sick as I can, and hopefully one of them will infect the candidate. I lick office doorknobs, bathroom doorknobs. When that’s done, I start on the staplers, phones, and computer keyboards. Then I stand in the kitchen and lick the rims of all the clean coffee cups drying in the rack. I grab my coat and head out...
...It’s freezing cold and windy. Waiting for Gary, I take my pen out of my pocket and put it in my mouth. This is it, my one shot at the candidate. I chew the pen, cracking the plastic shaft. Gary arrives, toddles up to the podium, and makes some brief remarks about Red China. As he steps away, I step toward him.
“This is my son,” I say, handing him a photograph. “Can I have your autograph?” Bauer gives me an odd look; I need to give him a little more. “I talked his mother out of aborting him. You’re my hero, Mr. Bauer.”
He looks at me with his little bug eyes, and breaks into a wide smile. “Good for you,” Gary says. “That’s wonderful.”
He takes the picture, and I pull the pen out of my mouth and hand it to him. Score! My bodily fluids — flu bugs and all — are all over his hand! When he tries to sign, no ink comes out. Gary looks up at the cameras and says, “Looks like everything is frozen.” He grabs a poster and scribbles on it to get the ink flowing, then signs the picture. He hands me my pen, and starts to walk toward his van. He stops to answer a reporter’s question, and I see him run a finger under his nose. Perfect.
I didn’t need to lick all those doorknobs after all.
https://www.salon.com/2000/01/29/savage_reaction/
The firestorm over “Stalking Gary Bauer”
Salon readers lash Dan Savage — or laugh with him.
SALON STAFF
JANUARY 29, 2000 10:00PM (UTC)
Last week Salon sent writer Dan Savage to Iowa to cover the presidential primary caucuses. While there, he came down with the flu. The story he filed — a feverish, compelling and disturbing account of how candidate Gary Bauer’s crusade against gays drove him to try to infect Bauer with his flu — was not what we had in mind.
Nevertheless, after reviewing the story carefully we decided to run it...