The Latest Word From Fauci Might Just Make You Want to Rip Your Hair Out AND Jon Rappoport’s Wonderful Article After That

This lying goblin makes me nauseous…

By Nick Arama for RedState

The Lying Goblin

At what point did our society hand over our lives to government bureaucrats?

Over this past year, it surely has seemed that we have done that, with so much of society being dictated to, not only by those bureaucrats, but by seemingly arbitrary rules that they then imposed like a religion and upon which then, so many policy decisions were then based.

All based on one virus, but not based on considerations of a raft of other viruses/illnesses/freedoms/jobs/school or other concerns.

We saw “guidance” from Dr. Anthony Fauci change from masks not being necessary in March of 2020 to, most recently, him saying double masking was likely better. We saw some then thinking the more masks, the better (breathing being optional).

Now there’s another massive flip from Fauci and it’s really enough to make you want to rip your hair out and say exactly what’s going on here and how is this guy in charge of anything?

For a long time now, we’ve been told by the CDC to “socially distance,” keep six feet away from each other, to help slow the spread of the Wuhan coronavirus.

But over the weekend, Fauci gave an interview during which he said that schools could probably keep a three-foot distance in order to be able to reopen the schools that were still closed.

CNN’s Jake Tapper brought up a Massachusetts study that showed there was no real difference in spread in schools between six feet of distancing vs. three feet of distancing. Tapper asked Fauci if this suggested that three feet might be enough?

“It does indeed,” Fauci said. “What the CDC wants to do is they want to accumulate data. When the data shows that there is an ability to be 3 feet, they will act accordingly. They have clearly noted those data. They are, in fact, doing studies themselves. And when the data are just analyzed, and it’s going to be soon.”

“The CDC is very well-aware that data are accumulating making it look more like 3 feet are okay under certain circumstances. They’re analyzing that. And I can assure you within a reasonable period of time, quite reasonable, they will be giving guidelines according to data that they have,” he continued. “It won’t be very long, I promise you.”

So basically, sure, three feet could be fine. But they’re not sure yet because they don’t have the data in yet after more than a year?

Are you kidding me? Does he even comprehend how many policy decisions all over the country were based on this? How much money just was passed in the $1.9 trillion bill for schools to have social distancing at six feet (without any guarantee that the schools reopen, by the way). Funny how this comes in after that massive amount of money was passed. From schools to stores to airports to Disney World, all based on this random number.

According to Tapper, it was one of the main hurdles that allegedly kept some schools from reopening. So, how many kids have suffered because of this random number? How can you even measure the harm? But don’t worry! Fauci and the CDC are on it! And they’ll let you know. Soon.




Dr. Fauci: A Conversation in Hell

by Jon Rappoport

Anthony Fauci steps off a small boat floating in a river at the bottom of a great cavern.

A lamp cuts into the darkness and illuminates a small table and two chairs. Fauci walks to the table and sits down.

He is joined by his old mentor, whose name is unknown.

It’s been a long time, Anthony. Remember me?

Of course. But why am I here?

You need a refresher, Anthony. You’ve been wobbling badly. Apparently you’ve forgotten our first lesson.

I was in medical school then.

That’s when we promised you significant rewards if you performed well for us. That day, I told you: you need to lie with CONSISTENCY.

Yes, sir. And I’ve obeyed your order.

No you haven’t. You’ve cooked a goose and a cake in the same pan. You’ve said it was raining and not raining. You’ve worn only a jock strap and spread sunscreen on your body in the Arctic, and you’ve bundled up at the Equator. You’re a mess.

I didn’t mean to be a mess.

I’m not interested in excuses. I’m going to straighten you out. I want you to pay close attention. Otherwise, you go in the Lake of Fire.

I’m VERY sorry, sir…

You said masks were useless. Later you said people should wear two. You admitted the vaccine was experimental, implying the people were guinea pigs. Then you said the vaccine was absolutely safe and effective. You said asymptomatic people never drive an epidemic by transmitting a virus. Then you said millions of asymptomatic people who merely tested positive were a major source of transmission. You said running the PCR at 35 cycles or higher yielded meaningless results. But labs all over the world are running the test at 40 cycles. You’ve turned into a buffoon. A clown.

I’ve made a few mistakes. I’ll correct them.

It’s too late. The cat is out of the bag.

Then what can I do?

Ignore your past contradictions. As if they never happened. You’re a matinee idol to millions of soccer moms. They’re bubble brains. They can’t think their way out of a wet paper bag. Climb back on the straight and narrow. Claim the test is very accurate, the case and death numbers are alarming, more lockdowns will be necessary, new mutations of the virus are here, and people must take vaccine. And THAT’S ALL. Don’t try to EXPLAIN things. That’s when you screw the pooch. You’re not a medical genius, Anthony. You’re our agent. Just do your job.

But I love explaining things.

And that’s your flaw. I wish we had spotted it sooner. We would have used someone else. Redfield or even Birx.

Redfield? That two-bit—

Two-bit is good, Anthony. Two-bit works.

I have theatrical qualities.

Yes, you do. For low-budget Hollywood B movies. Cary Grant you’re not.

But Bill told me—

Forget about Bill Gates. I’ll be talking to him soon. He thinks he has to throw money at every influencer in the world. His ego is out of control. He’s a nasty little poisoned pastry. Anthony, listen to me. You’re a low level gangster on a cop show. In the first ten minutes, detectives drag you into the station and question you. They find out you were in the hospital having gall bladder surgery on the afternoon of the murder, and they let you go. Got it? You’re not doing Inherit the Wind or Hamlet.

OK, all right. But I’m disappointed.

Now let me remind you of the truth, so you can make a clear distinction between it and what you’re doing. Perhaps that’ll give you much needed clarity. Viruses are basically fictions. Nobody isolates them. When technicians perform genetic sequencing, they’re cobbling together strips of DATA and using computer programs to smooth out the wrinkles and the gaps. Fairy tales. There is no pandemic. The people who are dying are dying from traditional lung infections and pollution and toxic vaccine campaigns and pesticides and medical drugs, and all this is relabeled COVID. The virologists in their labs are clueless. They’re true believers. Little egos depositing paychecks and publishing papers and angling for promotions. UNDERSTAND?

Yes. But listen, a friend of mine is developing a screen play about the life of Albert Schweitzer. His clinic in Africa. Saving lives. Great humanitarian. The Disney studio and I have been in talks. Don’t you think I could play Schweitzer?

AGAIN, Anthony—you’re a small-timer on cop shows. You’re running a protection racket forcing shop owners to come up with cash every week or else. That’s your level, Anthony.

I feel depressed.

You’re probably bipolar.

I’ll stick to the COVID script. But at very least, I’d like to win the Nobel for Medicine.

Promotions are based on performance.

Are you the Devil?

Don’t make me laugh. I’m a bureaucrat in the chain of command. You have zero chance of ever speaking with the Devil. He gives orders to the people who give orders to the people who give orders to the people who give orders to the people who give orders to the people who operate Twitter and Facebook.

Does the Devil ever watch me work?

Don’t be silly.

With due respect, sir—I feel like the victim of blackmail.

Try to imagine how little concern I have about your feelings. And blackmail occurs when the participant is unwilling. You signed up for this job. You were eager.


And there we have it. Vanity. Of all the sins, it has the most tangles and traps. One tries to escape its consequences by asserting greater vanity.

I don’t understand.

No, you wouldn’t. But unless you somehow come to your senses, and soon, you’ll pay the price.

I object to this whole conversation.

Little man, you have no standing to object in our court. As presently configured, you’re an asset, a disposable piece of property.

I wasn’t aware I was involved in a legal proceeding.

In my domain, EVERYTHING is a legal proceeding. That’s why they call it Hell.


Can you feel the heat? You’re coming closer to the Burning Lake.
Go back to your life. You have one more chance. And if you ever show up at a baseball game again without a mask, we’ll give you a stroke.


Joe Biden had two brain aneurysms in 1988. You see how he turned out. Do you want to be a Biden?

Hell no, sir. Absolutely not. I’m sorry.

Then mend your ways, Anthony.

I think I need to see a psychiatrist.

My secretary will be in touch. We have a list of solid professionals.

I’m going up and down. Maybe I am bipolar.

Anthony, lean closer. Actually, just between you and me, there are no defining lab tests for any so-called mental disorder. You’re just a moral coward. Why do you think we chose you?

Because I’m photogenic?

Sure. Let’s call it that. Rather than self-delusion.

Hillary Clinton told me I’m handsome.

Have you taken a good close look at the specimen she’s married to?

Why am I such a big shot in my life and such a disappointment to you here? I’m not used to being treated this way. I’m the head of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases and the chief medical advisor to the President. I’ve advised every President since Ronald Reagan. The New Yorker and The New York Times have described me as one of the most trusted medical figures in the United States. I’ve developed therapies for polyarteritis nodosa, granulomatosis with polyangiitis, and lymphomatoid granulomatosis.

You’re quoting your Wikipedia page.

I’ve memorized it.

Anthony, people look at your reputation. I look at YOU.

It’s not fair.

Really? That’s what you’re going with? Fair? Think of us as a production studio, Anthony. We took you on. Granted, we gave you a significant role. But when an actor can’t keep his lines straight, when he wanders off-script, when he endangers the whole project, we enact harsh penalties.

All due respect, sir, you want me in my role. You need me in my role. That’s the truth. You can’t handle the truth. I’m bigger than you are.

This interview is over, Anthony. I’ll write my report and forward it to my supervisor. A piece of advice: when you go to sleep at night, make sure you’re wearing asbestos pajamas.

Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn. Go ahead, make my day.

—Suddenly, the doctor finds himself sitting in a police station. A grim cop is hovering over him.

“OK, Fauci, your story checks out. You were in the hospital the day of the murder. You’re free to go. Get the hell out of here. By the way—one of those little stores your boys collect protection money from? The owner couldn’t pay up. He just committed suicide. Left his wife without a husband and his kids without a father. The DA is looking into it. No doubt he’ll be filing charges against you.”

In a daze, Fauci stumbles to the exit and opens the door. It’s raining outside. He looks down. He’s about to step into a puddle. He scrutinizes it for any signs of fire…

He hears a howl. It sounds like a lone animal baying in the forest.

It’s coming from his own mouth.

People in the street look at him.

“Don’t worry,” he says quickly. “I’m DOCTOR FAUCI. Get tested. Take the vaccine. It’s perfectly safe. Wear two masks.”

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALEDEXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.

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