Every time I hear another news report or podcast discussing the current debates and debacles about the COVID vaccine, I find myself catapulted into a tailspin of anger. I think about Mr. M., our beloved coach, dying alone in an overcrowded hospital in Newark. If Mr. M, had had that vaccine, in some fantasy world before it was available, he would probably be alive now. He’d be old and opinionated and alive.

Politicians and alleged health people at HHS are doing grave harm to this nation. And, as they are denying, they are thus forgetting the nearly 1.3 million deaths from COVID. They are dancing on their graves, five years later, for vanity and political points. It makes me sick.