America’s Cancer Cell

I think a basketball metaphor is in order given that Anthony Fauci was a basketball player.

Many decades ago, when I was a young man, in the early-1970s, the Philadelphia Sixers, in my hometown of Philadelphia, sported the worst record ever in NBA history.

They won only nine games.

A few years later, the 76ers acquired an ABA star named George McGinnis. This was the beginning of the Sixers resurrection.

In his first season with the Sixers, he was asked how is it that a team can win only nine games.

George McGinnis responded by saying something wise.

His wise words remain with me to this day. He said: Some guys cut corners for so long that they don’t know they’re cutting corners anymore.

And so it is with Anthony Fauci, the hero of Coach K, the hero of the Washington Press Corps, the scourge of regular people, the scourge of the small businessman.

You became seduced, Anthony Fauci. You became seduced by Corporate America.

I am sure that you were an honest man when you first went to work for the government, but they sucked you win.

Corporate America, the bedfellow and eventual master of the government, enticed you to join the team.

They knew their man well.

They gave you a perk here and a perk there.

They began with small stuff, innocent gifts, not really gifts at all:  an invitation to speak here, a featured guest spot as an expert over there.

An expert drug dealer like Corporate America knows how to bring people along.  They don’t want to go too far too fast.

In time, though, they moved you up the ladder.

You were a pretty capable guy, so you were given a State Dinner invitation and perhaps a ride on Air Force One.

Closer to the King you became.

King Louis smiled at you.

He liked you, and you liked him.  

Pretty heady stuff.

Rapidly the relationship grew.

In time you got a  meeting with the President and an honorary doctorate.

Now, you were really somebody, eh?

Slowly but surely they roped you into the toxic stew of self-importance.

Then they gave you the Presidential Medal of Freedom. That’s where they really hooked you.

And once they hooked you, they had you – hook, line and sinker.

You became their boy.

That’s how you cut corners for so long that you didn’t know you were cutting corners anymore.

You got sucked into the cancer cell that is Corporate America, which has ravaged America, which has bled America out.

You are now their boy, lock stock and barrel.

So if they want hydroxychloroquine sidelined, snap the fingers, it’s done.

If they want the face mask instituted so as to help promote a festering infection, snap the fingers, it’s done.

If they want the idea of herd immunity laughed at, snap the fingers, it’s done.

Let’s see, what else?

Oh yeah, if they want the Moderna vaccine nudged long, snap the fingers, it’s done.

If they need the flames of fear stoked, snap the fingers, it’s done.

If they need the idea of school reopening dashed, snap the fingers, it’s done.

I’ll tell you this, Anthony, you are amazing. Wherever and whenever Corporate America needs you, you are there.

You get around quite a bit, don’t show?

You are all over the court.

Like the fine basketball player you are, you have all the moves.

The problem is which team are you playing for?

Come to think of it, maybe you haven’t been cutting any corners at all.

Back in the day, nobody questioned the Sixers diligence in trying to win; they just weren’t any good.

Nobody back in the day would even dream that a player or a team would tank intentionally.

That notion didn’t exist in the America that I grew up in. It was only years later when America became corrupted by greed that people began to suspect that a basketball team would tank a season.

It is money and the notion of immortality that corrupts a sport, a person, a nation.

And it can happen very quietly so that a person does not even know it. And that is what happened to you.

Sincerely,

Archer Crosley, MD

McAllen, TX 

Tuesday, August 18, 2020

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