The Plague That Wasn’t
The New York AG reports that the deaths in nursing homes attributed to COVID are 50% higher than Andrew Cuomo reported.
There have been so many lies told about the Covid-19 virus, I find it hard to believe anyone on any side.
For instance, the Attorney General of New York reports that the deaths in nursing homes attributed to the disease are 50% higher than Governor Andrew Cuomo reported. He had put the number at about 5,000, naturally blaming President Trump for the fatalities. The media, just as predictably, backed him up even though it was Trump who had the gumption to stop those incoming flights from China; who got Cuomo all those ventilators he hadn’t been willing to purchase prior to the outbreak; and who sent the giant Navy hospital ship to New York.
Cuomo, on the other hand, thought it was a brilliant idea to send those infected with the disease into old age facilities.
When the New York Post printed the truth about the numbers, Cuomo explained that only 5,000 died in the facilities, the other 5,000 had been living in the facilities when they contracted the disease, but they died in hospitals.
Therefore, their corpses couldn’t possibly be laid at his feet.
It’s now being reported that the actual number isn’t 10,000; it’s 13,000. That’s the equivalent of Abu ben Cuomo flying four jets into New York skyscrapers.
Speaking of the Chinese virus, it has been decided that the 40 detainees (terrorists) housed at Gitmo will begin receiving their vaccinations this coming week. Pipe down, Granny, and get back in line!
In the meantime, the head of America’s most famous crime syndicate, Joe (“The Big Guy”) Biden, said “You can’t govern by executive order unless you’re a dictator,” shortly before signing his 40th executive order in his first nine days on the throne.
Just as I feared, roughly 10,000 armed National Guardsmen are still deployed in the streets of our nation’s capital. It makes me wonder if when the Democrats take their next break and leave Washington to mend fences and raise campaign funds back in places like California, New York, Illinois, Oregon, New Jersey and Maryland, will they each be accompanied by 40 or 50 Guardsmen? After all, terrorists disguised as Trump supporters could be lurking anywhere, ready to leap out of the bushes and say “Boo!”
I have heard so many conspiracy theories roiling around Anthony Fauci that my eyes roll back and I fall into a mini-coma as soon as someone tries to convince me that he has made mega-millions off the epidemic.
What I have found out is even more depressing because it has the ring of truth to it. It seems that Fauci, a government employee, is collecting an annual salary that is higher than the President’s. The little old man is paid about $420,000 a year, and that’s salary and doesn’t include book royalties and speaking fees.
What makes that so extraordinary isn’t just that even at the age of 80, he hasn’t been retired to the pasture, but that Biden has picked up his option for another four years.
The federal government has begun to resemble an old age facility. Biden is just 78 and Bernie Sanders is also below what in baseball would be referred to as the Mendoza Line, being 79. However, Patrick Leahy and Jim Clyburn are 80. Nancy Pelosi and Steny Hoyer are 81. Maxine Waters is 82, Alcee Hastings is 83 and Dianne Feinstein is 87.
It almost seems a shame that Cuomo sent the virus-carriers into all those other old age facilities, but not to the one called Congress, where it might have done the country some good.
In case you were wondering, Chuck Schumer is only 70. That’s why behind closed doors, the others call him “kid” and send him out for donuts and Geritol.
But, getting back to Fauci, the media’s favorite “expert”: we’re all supposed to forget that he called Trump out for canceling flights from China.
It was back in March that tiny Tony insisted that masks were useless and did more harm than good. He also said that people could safely go on cruises. I believe it was in April that “Good Time” Tony said he saw no problem with people who hooked up on Internet dating sites engaging in sex if they felt like it.
Well, of course, they feel like it. That’s why they’re on Internet dating sites.
It was also Fauci who lauded Tedros at the World Health Organization and his sponsor, Communist China, for their masterful handling of the pandemic.
Today, we keep hearing that there isn’t enough vaccine available. Considering that Moderna, Pfizer and the other giant pharmaceutical firms have had months to gear up while awaiting the eventual green light from the FDA, I can’t imagine why they’d be caught shorthanded.
It makes me wonder how much of the stuff is going out the backdoor and into the greedy mitts of black marketers.
It also makes me worry how much phony vaccine is being peddled to the desperate and the gullible. I can’t help thinking of “The Third Man” and its villain, Harry Lime, getting rich by selling counterfeit penicillin in the streets of post-war Vienna, all to the strains of zither music.
When people are stuck with a faulty product or unsatisfactory service, they are told to take it to the top. As I once discovered, that doesn’t always mean taking your complaint to the business owner or the CEO of a corporation.
Decades ago, I was given a freelance writing assignment by a Chicago newspaper. They wanted a preview of the TV shows that were being launched in the Fall. They were very explicit that they didn’t want me dealing with statistics. It happened to be a year when the networks were turning over a lot of time that had previously gone to hour dramas and half-hour sitcoms to movies of the week. Part of the move was dictated by economics, of course. It was cheaper to produce the movies and easier to sell commercials.
But I was told to ignore that and to focus on the shows and the people who were producing them.
The following week I mailed in the piece, for which I was supposed to be paid $500, as I recall. A few days later, I received a call from the guy who edited the Sunday section in which the article was to appear.
He was quite miffed. “Where are the numbers? Where are the statistics?”
I patiently reminded him that he had told me to ignore all that boring stuff. He insisted he had done no such thing and if I was unwilling to go back and re-write the piece to include it, he wasn’t going to okay a check. I told him that wasn’t fair and he hung up.
So I called the paper and asked to speak to the Managing Editor. I brought him up to speed and he said he gave his editors full autonomy. I asked him if they were all in control of their various sections, what exactly was his job. He hung up on me.
I felt cornered and I have always hated that feeling. So, out of sheer desperation, I got an idea. I contacted my Chicago relatives, gave them the rather distinctive names of the two editors and asked them to track down their addresses in the Chicago phone book.
Once I heard back, I wrote a couple of letters, explaining the series of events and pointing out that I was a poor, struggling writer living 2,000 miles away. And how would they like it if their own sons and daughters were treated this way. Then I addressed the letters to the wives of the editors.
I never received a reply, but the following week, I received the $500 check from the Chicago Tribune.
I could add an item or two to this article, but I love a happy ending.
