Boris Johnson in Intensive Care--Plaquenil to the rescue

Setting: CNN versus White House. Peter Navarro being bated by CNN journo for having the temerity to disagree with Saint Anthony of Fauci. Peter was trying, somewhat successfully to press his assertion that doctors nationally be allowed to use CQ, HCQ if patients so agree. This is the humane choice. Allow the patient to choose the chance of life over the chance of death.

Medically, differences of opinion are to be expected when dealing with something as complex and somewhat delicate as are human beings. The "gold standard" is the double-blind, placebo-controlled trial, with enough enrollees to ensure statistical significance. That is the gold standard.

But what does gold avail if one is too dead to appreciate it?

Give Plaquenil a Chance! to paraphrase John Lennon. The Right to Try is a human right, is it not?

False-faced Fauci, lover of Tedros and father of HIV/AIDS, protests as loud as his smallish frame permits that: "No, we must not give the sheep a chance to save their lives. No, WE must wait until WE are assured that the cure is a cure and it won't kill you". Of course while Fauci fiddles, people are dropping like the proverbial flies.

Fauci: "Hey, Bob, we got the cure! Go to your PMD and get Plaquenil."

Bob: "Gee thanks, Dr. Tony, but, you see, if you look just below that clean white sheet that I am laying here just as white as this sheet. But, gosh, Doc, thanks for trying!"

Does anyone sense that there are two competing messages from the USG?
Fauci, the incrementalist-fundamentalist vaccinista.
Trump: let's get this society back to business.

Or am I somehow misled by own interpretations?

Next, we consider the following video, in which we learn that the wild-haired blonde man living at 10 Downing, has caught the katy, the COVID-19? Indeed, BoJo, champion of Herd Immunity finds that he is just one of the Herd (baaah, baaah). With life and monarchy thus imperiled by looming demise of his Excellency, Mr. Johnson, Prime Minister of Her Majesty's government, what shall be his out come?

Tune in in 4 days:

Boris Johnson rebounds from Oxygen-supplementation necessitated condition of non-ambulation. As BBC 2 videos, Mr. Johnson springs briskly from bed, proclaiming the wonders of...of...of...

Anglophiles everywhere are cheered, particularly Commander Cheeto! The Kingdom is Saved. America is Saved. Now back to work, all you lot. You wankers got a bit of catching up to do.

In mellifluous harmony, the Populus sings "God Save Bo-Jo!" Then off to their chemists' shops for
boxes of the elixir (actually it's a tablet, but, hey, elixir sounded good) citizens went dashing.
"I'm back to work I am. Along with me trusty pack of HCQ!"

Bo Jo in Intensive Care!

Yes, really!

Boris Johnson has spent the night in intensive care after his coronavirus symptoms worsened, with overall charge of the government handed to Dominic Raab, the foreign secretary.

In an unprecedented development during a public health crisis, the prime minister was moved to intensive care at St Thomas’ hospital, London, at 7pm on Monday as a precaution in case he needed ventilation, it was said. He remained conscious on Monday night.

A No 10 spokesman said: “Over the course of this afternoon, the condition of the prime minister has worsened and, on the advice of his medical team, he has been moved to the intensive care unit at the hospital.

Watch out Fauci. Watch out WvG. Watch out WHO. Watch out you lot of sods.

BoJo hand delivers the Curative Plaquenil into the waiting hands of Our President, whether you like him or not. Then POTUS, smiling as broadly as a huge python ingesting a water buffalo, stretches forward his arms, palms up. While those outstretched hands holding HCQ tablets, DJT proclaims, "You see, I will save you all [except H. Rodent Clinton]"

And thus, the Deep State shall be destroyed--until 2024.

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Alligator Ed's picture

and left me a mule to ride.

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CB's picture

Suck it up, Buttercup. Y'all can be sick tomorrow.

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