Remember hydroxychloroquine? It’s the anti-malarial, anti-lupus drug that people started taking last year because a sweaty, out-of-shape ball of malignant insecurities and congealed ghee saw a tweet about it, envisioned a miracle cure that could save his flailing presidency, and decided, oh, what the heck? Let’s get this in as many Americans’ bodies as we can, just in case it actually does something.
Although it was never thoroughly vetted for use against COVID, “someone” managed to convince the FDA to grant an emergency use authorization for the drug (the EUA was later revoked, in part because of “ongoing serious cardiac adverse events and other potential serious side effects”). Meanwhile, people who really needed it (i.e., lupus patients) suddenly faced a shortage.
Yes, there were thousands of reasons to reject Donald Trump’s steaming sasquatch dump of a presidency, but this is at or near the top of the list. Instead of following the science, Trump swung for the fences with a bat made of witch broomsticks and fairy wishes, putting us even further behind the COVID curve.
In contrast to Donald Trump’s shambolic bearing, appearance, and comportment, Aldous J. Pennyfarthing is a natty hail-fellow-well-met and a gentleman.