Nostalgia: Fondly remembering Trump and Fauci; The good old days

When you could still sing America the Beautiful and mean it

No, really. It was quite something, wasn’t it? Aside from the destruction of the economy, the suicides, and the mass murder of old people in hospitals with the ventilator-sedation protocol.

It was on television. Trump and Fauci. Doofus and psychopath.

It couldn’t have been planned better.

Trump making a few off-hand remarks, grousing a bit, throwing a couple of dud grenades at the news media; and then Fauci, correcting Trump and pointing out the science, emphasizing the danger, discussing the data.

Big-ass and little conniver.

Fauci caught on right away. He saw the theatrical potential. Trump was his perfect foil.

The public—the liberals—and the outright rubes—would line up behind him, Fauci, because he was Trump’s antagonist.

What else did Fauci need? He could sell all the COVID restrictions because the television audience would lap up anything that seemed to be anti-Trump.

That was how deep the public was thinking.

Fauci: “Well, what the President just said isn’t entirely true. The emerging data tells a somewhat different story.”

The public: GOTCHA! OH, LOVE YOU, FAUCI. JUST TELL US WHAT TO DO. KILL OURSELVES? SURE. WE’RE ON BOARD. JUST KEEP CONTRADICTING THE ORANGE POTATO HEAD.

The show went on. And on.

Fauci was so happy.

He was the Bishop who caught Trump in a hotel room with a hooker. Every day. On television.

These two guys were doing old-time vaudeville.

They both dance, the big guy falls down, the little guy stands on his head, walks on his hands and sings Swanee.

Trump based his whole Presidency on a roaring US economy; and there was this little guy taking it all away from him with the lockdowns and the desolated cities.

The public: PERFECT! BEAUTIFUL! THE ECONOMY’S FUCKED. WE LOVE IT. THAT’LL SHOW TRUMP. LOOK AT HIM WITH HIS THUMB UP HIS ASS. IT’S A GREAT DAY IN AMERICA.

It’s Abbott and Costello. Laurel and Hardy. Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby. Johnny Carson and Ed McMahon. Beavis and Butt-Head.

Trump makes one last bid for attention and kudos: “I’m announcing a Star Trek thing. Operation Warp Speed! I’m going to develop a vaccine in four months. Never been done before in the history of the world. The critics say it can’t be done. But I’ll show them. I’ll make American great again with this one stroke of genius.”

Fauci: Yes, well, we need to exercise caution. Developing a new vaccine is a very technical process. There are hurdles to overcome, in order to protect the public…”

YEAH! RIGHT ON, TONY. DON’T LET THIS IDIOT OFF THE HOOK. VACCINE, MY ASS. THEY STILL DON’T HAVE ONE FOR HIV. I LEARNED THAT ON PBS.

Fast forward—Fauci: The FDA has gone over the clinical trials very carefully. This is what they do. This is what we scientists do. We’re in charge of this effort. It isn’t political. I’M happy to announce the FDA has just issued emergency approval for the—

Trump: MY Warp Speed is the quickest—

Fauci: I’M the science—

Trump: I kicked little Fauci’s ass.

Fauci: Trump wouldn’t know a vaccine from an aspirin.

“I’m Lester Holt and that’s tonight’s show here on NBC News. Tune in tomorrow when Fauci lights Trump’s ass on fire and rides a bike with two dogs on his shoulders through a flaming hoop.”

It had to be a set-up.

These two guys were just too good together.

-- Jon Rappoport

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