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I would be remiss if I didn’t seize the opportunity that the events of this last week provided for me to promote one of my published collections of verbal brilliance.
After all, it’s Saturday morning and I’m feasting on an Everything bagel which has been lovingly slathered with assorted flavors of cream cheese.
Tonka and I will be going to the dog park in another hour. We’ll meet up with a whole herd of his kind, including a couple of littermates, and share the latest odors and off-colored jokes.
Okay, let’s avoid being remiss.
The last week of July, 2026 will go down in history as the one where the personal pandemic-error diary of Anthony Fauci was made public.
For what it’s worth, I called it that on purpose.
The diary contains revelations that shine rays of disinfecting sunshine on the behavior and motives of the guy who was supposedly saving all our worthless assess from the fruits of his labor.
As a result, Fauci was summoned to testify before the Senate Homeland Security and Governmental Affairs Committee to discuss his handling of the COVID pandemic and the origins of the virus.
As I watched footage of the man exercising his rights against self-incrimination more times than I’ll ever get the chance to, something occurred to me.
How can this guy be blamed for everything that went wrong? After all, it was everyone who acted on what he said that caused the problems.
But then I remembered the same thing happened in Germany back in the 30’s and 40’s.
Even still, I’m not here to discuss just how much blame should be attributed to him.
Instead, I’m here to remind you that I kept a diary during COVID too.
Here’s the difference.
If I get called to testify before the Senate to answer questions on how I was so right, so early, I won’t need to plead the fifth.
Get your copy today.
