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It was a bad time.

The worst.

Everyone on the Left seemed to believe he had been deputized to enforce the rules, shame the doubters and glare at anyone who refused to participate in the foolishness.

Hey, I can accept a side-eye.

But a full-up glare?

I don’t think so.

I did not participate.

No mask. No vaccine. No six-foot ritual.

Our family continued to gather, eat, visit and live like a family. We did not wear masks around one another. We did not sit at opposite ends of the room. We did not treat grandchildren like biohazards.

We all survived just fine.

I did not wear a mask in the grocery store. I did not wear one while dining. I did not wear one at the wine bar, where there was naturally an abundant supply of Lefties.

They would lower the mask, take a sip of wine, then carefully pull it back over their faces.

I tried not to laugh.

I really did.

But the Bob factor was strong, and resistance was not always possible.

The comedy, however, was never the real story.

The real story was the wreckage.

I watched small businesses close. I watched owners lose what they had spent years building. Restaurants, shops and family enterprises disappeared because government officials treated livelihoods as abstractions and obedience as a moral virtue.

That is the tragedy.

And that is Fauci’s legacy.

He is not a figure to be honored. He is despised by reasonable people who remember what was done, what was demanded and how confidently it was all imposed.

Then came the final twist.

The man who had spent years explaining himself to the country had kept a private diary. And in those pages, Fauci appears to have supplied much of the evidence against Fauci.

The old bureaucrat did not merely step on a rake.

He kept a written record of where he had placed it.

There you are Sandy: a little mini story just for you. Jim

Sandra Piva's avatar

The hearings prompted an interesting conversation while floating in a resort pool with a new friend. We lamented the many unforgivable restrictions that Fauci and Newsom imposed on us in that terrible first year. My mother died attended only by the angels locked up in a nursing home. The emotional chaos inflicted on my teenaged granddaughter will probably never leave her. The terror every time someone coughed. We all have those stories. There are still folks in my neighborhood walking their dogs at 7am wearing full plastic face shields. Fauci may never face justice in this world but hopefully in the next.

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