Dear Sane America,
I hated this little shit from the start. While this pint-sized, power-tripping narcissist was single-handedly helping torch an entire generation of kids, locking them out of schools for years, tanking their education, social skills, and mental health so thoroughly that half of them still can’t make eye contact without a Zoom filter, America’s favorite little dip-shit, was busy scribbling in his precious diary like a teenage girl with a crush on himself… all while flashing that smug little smirk I desperately wanted to smack right off his face.
Rand Paul dumped over a thousand pages of Fauci’s own private journal entries. And what was this self-obsessed shit doing while parents begged to reopen classrooms and kids fell years behind? He was stroking his own ego, bragging that his fame was “explosive and really unimaginable.”
He straight-up declared himself “the most famous and talked about person in the country and one of the most recognizable persons in the world.” He spent hours googling his own name, devouring every article and comment section like a desperate TikTok influencer. He got all tingly when some rando called him sexier than Tyra Banks and proudly noted that over 10,000 simps signed a petition to crown him Sexiest Man Alive. Bobbleheads? Merch? Chinese factories churning out his smug little plastic face by the truckload?
And the brain-dead cult members who rushed out to buy those stupid bobbleheads and stick them on their shelves while their own kids lost childhoods? Congrats, you paid actual money to display a doll of the guy who helped torch your children’s futures, complete with that same smug little smirk frozen in plastic. Peak clownery.
But the diary doesn’t stop at the vanity parade. This same fraud privately high-fived himself for personally convincing Cuomo and de Blasio to shutter New York schools, and Newsom’s people to lock down California’s, then later told Congress with a straight face (and that same smirk) that he “had nothing to do with” school closures and “never” shut anything down.
Early on he wrote that the wet market “was not the source, it was the amplifier,” while the official story stayed locked on the “natural origin” narrative. Masks flip-flop, six feet of pure science fiction, gain-of-function “we didn’t fund that” word games, chats with the now-indicted David Morens he once disavowed under oath... all while he soaked up the spotlight, called critics “far, extreme right and QAnon,” and smirked through every press conference like he’d just gotten away with the crime of the century.
And let’s not forget the masterpiece of the whole circus: strong-arming the entire country into lining up for that bullshit shot. First it was “two doses and you’re done, stop the spread, protect grandma.” Then it was boosters every few months because oops, transmission wasn’t stopped after all.
Natural immunity? Completely ignored or mocked. Mandates for jobs, schools, travel, restaurants, lose your livelihood if you hesitate. Kids and healthy young people who faced near-zero risk still got the hard sell, while any talk of myocarditis, clotting, or other side effects got waved away with another smirk and a “trust the science” lecture.
He pushed the shots harder than a used-car salesman on commission, all while the data quietly shifted under his feet and the same media that built his celebrity protected every pivot. This vain, power-drunk fraud didn’t just lie to America, he got off on it, smirk and all. Kids’ childhoods? Collateral damage. Mandates, ruined careers, and a whole generation jabbed under pressure? Just more fuel for the Tony Show. As long as he got his front-page profiles, celebrity phone calls and that sweet, sweet adoration, the rest of the country could eat Zoom school, learning loss, and endless booster appointments.
The Biden preemptive pardon for everything from 2014 onward was just the cherry on the self-worship sundae. We’re done pretending this guy was ever anything but a self-obsessed asshole who got high off his own press clippings, diary entries, and the destruction he helped orchestrate while the cameras rolled and that smug little smirk stayed glued to his face.
Will there be justice done? Of course not.
It’s fuck you right to your faces.