As a daughter of two parents and a stepfather lost to Covid, survivors of a Covid loss and am long Covid myself. I am appalled by the salacious grilling of Dr Anthony Fauci in a carefully crafted witch-hunt of serving up scientists on a platter, orchestrated by Senator Paul to inept personas that grace the halls of congress, and those in the Country’s CEO position during the height of the pandemic.

In a fascist society, scientific endeavors are often attacked first and thus in January 2017, global pandemic offices were shuttered, despite the existence of a pandemic playbook for such a disaster. Global scientists, such as virologists and microbiologists, knew that it was not a matter of “ if” however “when.” Funny thing, viruses, bacteria, fungi do not stopped evolving, mutating, changing to appease the arrogant human psyche of superiority. Many occasions in the history of human civilizations, that a novel, wild pathogen comes to be that damn near wipes out Homo sapiens, such as the black plague. Indeed, the family of coranaviridae have done substantial damage in the last two decades, SARS, MERS, hemorrhaging Ebola and a wild virus that had zoonotic spillover in 2019.

Collective amnesia prevails in 2026, despite a mere blink over a paltry half decade. In very early 2020, when China and Italy were under virological siege, the US public was falsely reassured that in a mere fortnight, it would all go away, had the trajectory of a mild cold. An illustrious leader that refused to set an example for his countrymen and do things as masking.

So, not according to the “two-week plan of vanquishing pathogens seen by electron microscopy,” Easter 2020 arrived. The day my father passed away from COVID 19, my mother, also in her healthcare facility, tested positive for the virus.

A stable genius, who muzzled two leading scientists forced to stand beside him as wooden as Pinocchio, endorsed bleach ingestion and home protocology of ultraviolet lights as a cure all.
When that individual contracted the virus himself, he had access to pharmacological interventions the public did not have, and then woefully infected secret service agents, when needing a car ride. Then on discharge, proudly climbing the steps of the WH, to deliver an Evita epic performance, puffing like a steam engine with full hubris.

Meanwhile, my Dad was gone, others in epicenters were in body bags in refrigerated trucks. Facing critics such as myself for locking down our houses for safety for immunocompromised loved ones.

MRNA vaccines arrived and many were saved. Many were not as they were exposed prior to the vaccines being on the market, many out of arrogance refused. Many due to severe immunological issues could not and were at the mercy of others.

Over 1.3 million Americans lost, and estimated 30 million with some form of long Covid. A country that should have known and done better. A country, in which long Covid now surpasses asthma as the number one chronic pediatric condition. A country with a disproportionate amount of the 8 million worldwide deceased.

What is evident is the ongoing need of a political party to have a scapegoat for their collective failures of snake oil tactics and idiotic delusions of successful management of a microscopic entity. Instead of adhering to guidance of stellar public servants and scientist such as Dr Anthony Fauci. A collective of individuals that still six years later put their faith and guidance of an individual, who by self-admission snorts drugs off of toilet seats.

I am furious. The depravity of those that grill Fauci for their errors and careless.

The unleashing of cruelty toward those that were innocent victims that did or did not survive.

A Dad that I never got to say good bye to.

A Mother that was in ICU on a ventilator that I helped prone for her lungs destroyed by ground glass opacities. A Mother I helped hold down while they increased the sedation as she was bucking the vent. A mother that looking at the vent settings knew it was not to be. Giving the word to cease life support. A mother that I had to apply for FEMA funeral assistance–alone. Memories and trauma ingrained in my soul, despite being a nurse trained for stable chronic vent patients.

A Stepfather that I never got to say goodbye to, as emergency services took both of us out in the same ambulance. My last words to him, we will be home in a few hours.

My life gone, our home, my pets, long Covid with multiple complications in a wheelchair and nursing home.

Am I angry over what was done to Anthony Fauci ? More than written or spoken words could ever convey.

An anger that extends to what is being done to every other scientist.

An anger for every one of us that has been marked by Covid for the rest of our lives.

To conclude with Senator Paul in mind “When a clown moves into a palace, the palace becomes a circus.”

And the grilling of Dr. Anthony Fauci, was the epitome of a circus, run by clowns.