The ever-glib Mediacircustops, the Johnberman, was speaking with that Tyrumposaurus’ Wheelin’ Dealin’ special advisor you can’t keep down try as you might — the Peternavarro. The special advisor was harping about a new potential cure from the hopeful-but-still-sour end of the Puhl-DePlugg Reservoir.
The Johnberman sized up the Peternavarro. This was like raiding a dodo bird’s nest in broad daylight.
“Peter, the good dino doc, the Tonyfaucci, said that the data at best is merely suggestive. There may be an effect. Maybe no effect. You can’t definitively say this.”
“John, the doctor can speak for himself but I would have two words for you. Cash cow. Let’s just not mention the bad stuff, okay? There are numerous studies that show a slurp or two of this just may be good for what ails you. Like Coronavirus. Sounds kinda like Crohn’s Disease, doesn’t it? Heck, it just might cure that too.”
“Hang on, hang on, Peter. Inquiring dino minds want to know. What weeds on God’s green earth have you been eating to make you think you can for one instant question the medicine of Doctor Faucci?”
“It’s not just about me. Let me put you in touch with a few dino docs on our side of the fence, if you promise not to dig too deep into their credentials. They can speak a lot more eloquently than me on this.”
“I’ll bet.”
“It’s like this, John. Dino docs disagree all the time. That gives me every right to enter the fray because I’m a social scientist, a PHD …”
“I’m sorry, did you say PHD?”
“Post Hyper Dementia. You see, I understand how to read statistics — I call’em stats for short — I know how to read’em whether they’re in medicine or law, economics or whatever, astrology or women’s issues, feng shui or fictional characters …”
“I’m sorry, that doesn’t qualify you to treat patients. You know it doesn’t qualify you.”
“Hang on, John. John, John, John, John. … John. All I’m asking is for you to understand. Just think a little outside that square thing, okay.”
“Dinos are going to be buried in that square thing.”
“Okay, okay. I admit it. You’re backing me into a corner now. My teeth are showing, John. Hear me growl. There are down sides to this. In some cases there are — God, I can’t believe I’m saying this, the T-Rump is going to kill me — negative effects.
“Not to put too fine a point on it. You mean deadly.”
The Peternavarro shrugged.
“Heart, vision, probably a few other things as well. Of course, the dino patient and doctor might want to talk it over first. I’m just here to get w-a-a-a-y out in front of it.”
“Peter, I’ve spoken with a few dino docs and they have been unanimous in their response. We don’t know. So, let’s be clear here, you are a social scientist dino with no medical training whatsoever who says that this is the cure. Why should we listen to you and not Doctor Faucci?
“Because it takes two dinos to have a debate and you know what, that reminds me. I’m gonna go and give that Doctor Faucci another piece of my mind. So you have a story for tomorrow. Did I tell you I know the finer points of publicity?”
With that, the Peternavarro up and left, a sneer on his face he couldn’t wait to put to good use.
The next day the Johnberman was strolling down a path in the neighborhood when he caught sight of a familiar image. It was the Peternavarro off to the side of the path downwind. As the Mediacircustops veteran drew closer, he saw that the Peternavarro appeared agitated. He also looked a little rough around the gills. The Johnberman paused. Was the Peternavarro talking to himself? The Johnberman suddenly felt a pang of guilt for raking the special advisor over the coals the previous day. He reached out to him.
“Peter, are you okay?”
Startled, the Peternavarro jumped back a foot. There was a wild look in his eyes as he looked past the Johnberman, seeing him but not seeing him, raising his short arms to the sky.
Ha!
It’s hydroxychloroquine
T-Rump’s doctors said to me
As sweet as any potion
So I spoke to Doctor Faucci
But he blinded me with science
He blinded me with science!
He told me to efficacy
Yeah
Second opinion, right here
Science!
I know nineteen chemicals
Science!
Science!
No, but it’s hydroxychloroquine
T-Rump’s doctors said to me
As sweet as any potion
When I spoke to Doctor Faucci
He blinded me with science
He blinded me with science!
What’s therapeutically?
Did you know I’m a P–H–D?
Science!
I really like to study, you see
Science!
Ha! It’s hydroxychloroquine
A miracle, sure to be
No deaths in this promotion
But then that Doctor Faucci
He blinded me with science
He blinded me with science!
You know I’m not some wannabe
Listen, I know medicine or law or whatever
Cuz
Because I’ve got …
Qual-ifi-kay-shuns
I read for social, science and for fun!
Don’t call me a liar
For all my quotes
And all my crazy notions
But it’s Hydroxychloroquine
All these doctors said to me
As sweet as any potion
But then that damn Doctor Faucci
Huh, he blinded me with science
He blinded me with science!
He blinded me with …
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David Belisle 