We had breakfast together this morning, so I had an opportunity to tell several brothers from church how grateful I am that I finally saw my doctor, after intentionally avoiding him for three years because of COVID. After a Christmas visit to the local emergency room for an incessant cough from bronchitis, the E.R. doc told me to follow up with my personal doctor. I sighed, deeply. Then I immediately began rehearsing my talking points about COVID, the vaccine, and the COVID medical establishment that has run — and ruined — everything for three years. But my personal doctor had...