On one hand, there’s physician and immunologist Anthony Fauci, the learned, articulate, trustworthy professional, who’s a member of the White House Coronavirus Task Force. On the other hand, there’s the lusting for reelection, drama queen Donald J. Trump, whose ‘tude re Fauci could be best summed up as 99% jeers and barely 1% percent cheers (if even that).
It boggles the mind how such unpresidential pettiness could even play out against the backdrop of a raging out of control, deadly pandemic (of Trump’s own making). And, worse yet, that the fake prez would have the umittigated gall to even believe that his miserably flunking out in Pandemics 101 would still, somehow, entitle him to a second term. But it is what it is, right?
Anyway, for approximately the past two weeks, insufferable Donny’s psychotic episodes… all intricately intertwined like a soap opera’s ongoing, episodic plot… find him one nanosecond away from deadpanning, “You’re Fired!” and promptly marching Fauci out the infamous White House revolving door.
What’s pissing off the pissant prez is, at least, twofold…
• Fearless Fauci publicly rectifies the fake prez’s verbal diarrhea.
• The Doctor’s approval ratings soar, while sorehead Donny’s tank.
And for that how-dare-you-correct-me, TV ratings / public opinion polls obsessed prima donna / Donald, that’s a bitter pill to swallow.
It’s almost ludicrous how the one and only qualification Anthony needs to earn his keep is to continue drawing in the very audiences that narcissist / adulation junkie Donny simply cannot live without.
Such a trade-off could be well worth it, considering how the side effect of Fauci getting the last laugh… i.e., his continued presence… could, eventually, become the literal difference between life and death.
Stay Safe! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!