Put that in your pipe and smoke it.

"I don't believe anything he says"

I have watched the esteemed (to some) Dr. Anthony Fauci testify before you and I, time and again. I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer audacity of his performance. Here stands a man who, for months on end, graced our television screens with his sage wisdom, guiding us through the treacherous waters of the Covid-19 pandemic. And yet, as he faces increased scrutiny, his words continue to ring hollow, devoid facts Americans and the world deserves.

Fauci's ability to move his lips and wag his tongue is a masterclass in deflection and obfuscation. He dances around questions with the grace of the seasoned politician that he is. Babbling vague platitudes and carefully crafted non-answers from politicians was, is, and will always be old news to those of us who have been around the block a few times. And so, when pressed on the handling of the pandemic, he retreats behind a veil of scientific jargon, as if to suggest that we mere mortals are incapable of comprehending the complexities of his decisions.

Hogwash. A blind pig, strapped down on a conveyer belt knows damn well what’s about to happen. While he’s the chicken at the breakfast table, the rest of us are the pigs “on” the bacon platter. I’m done with him.

Let us not forget the inconsistencies that plague his narrative. The good doctor's stance on masks has shifted more times than a chameleon changes colors. One moment, they're unnecessary; the next, they're the key to our salvation. And what of the 6-foot social distancing rule? A magic number plucked from thin air, it seems, with little regard for the nuances of human interaction.

Perhaps most concerning are the questions surrounding the origins of the virus itself. Fauci's involvement with EcoHealth Alliance and the Wuhan Institute of Virology raises eyebrows, to say the least. His reluctance to delve into these matters speaks volumes about the potential skeletons lurking in his closet.

As the passage of time unfolds the truth, as we learned in the Kennedy assassination (laugh), I find myself increasingly skeptical of every word that escapes Fauci's lips. Stop. That’s not true. I don’t trust a damn thing from that floor flushing con artist. His testimony is always a carefully choreographed dance, designed to obscure the truth and protect his own interests. In the end, I am left with one inescapable conclusion: I don't believe anything he says.

Put that in your pipe and smoke it.