My Thoughts

There is a new “old” show in town. The old show ran from 1977-1984. Called Fantasy Island, it starred Ricardo Montalban as the mysterious Mr. Roarke and Hervé Villechaize as his diminutive sidekick, Tattoo. The show always began with Tattoo pointing to the sky exclaiming, “Da plane! Da plane!” as the small aircraft fitted with pontoons landed and disgorged its guests. That was then, when guests could literally fulfill any fantasy they desired, though they rarely turned out as expected.

The new show—not the most recent retread—stars two well-known useful(??) idiots, Unca’ Joe Slidin-Stallin-Bidin and Ain’t Kah-mah-mah-oohlalah Harass who are living a phantasmagoria of horror and their diminutive sidekick, Doc Sainte Sanctus Fauciitis who begins at every opportunity pointing to himself exclaiming, “The science! The science!” Now, even morons like Unca’ Joe and Ain’t Kah can recognize a plane when they see one, but I doubt anyone could look at Doc SSF and see “the science.” Well, almost anyone. Unca’ and Ain’t seem to revere Doc “the science” SSF along with all the swamp creatures belly crawling inside the beltway.

I have a degree in Computer Science, so does that make me “the science?” I also have a degree in Political Science, so does that mean I get to point to myself and say “The science! The science!” I sincerely hope not! All these so-called political and public health “experts” who bloviate on and on about “the science” need to be a wee bit more specific, don’t you think? The problem is, they can’t, and they won’t, because to be specific means they must recognize actual scientists and experts in specific sciences even if they have opposing views (most of them do.)

Imagine if Doc “See me on Vogue and adore me” SSF were to have to say, “only 1% of virologists or fewer than 2% of epidemiologists agree with my science,” as opposed to “I am a self-important, egotistical, bloviating public health x-spurt who should have died off with the dinosaurs and “the science” is exactly what I say it is. Screw those who do not agree with my science.” Either way, Unca’ Joe and Ain’t Kah would smile and their heads would bobble in vacuous agreement, though Ain’t Kah would cackle uproariously not getting that the sick woke joke is on her.

Just my thoughts for a Sunday for what it is worth.