From the desk of Joe Biden…

‘Twas the night of the “winter of illness and death.”
My voters were too scared to take even a breath.
Wherever you went, all through the land,
Blue State creatures were masked, as was my command.

The coffins were stacked on the front porches with care
At the homes of the unvaxxed, awaiting certain despair.
If only they’d listened, if only they’d taken the shot,
Misery and torment wouldn’t be their lot.

While visions of re-election danced in Kamala’s head,
Americans were told they were as good as dead.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I limped from my desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the window, stumbling, I wandered,
pleased my Depends weren’t already dishonored.

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But Fauci declaring more boosters in the New Year!

“Moderna, and Pfizer, I don’t care if you’re sick!
Take another J&J shot, and do it quick!
Shut down the economy without hesitation,
or I’ll name yet another, e’en scarier variation!”

To those who have been vaxxed, said Fauci for me,
You’ve done the right thing … for my donors’ posterity.

On with Maddow, and Cramer, and then even to Fox,
little Fauci was soon appearing – standing on his soap box.
Like a man dispensing toys, it was fear he delivered
And the media was ready to show how much they quivered.

His message was one of good tidings and cheer,
If only for Big Pharma’s profits this coming year.

“Ignore Wuhan and China, the Communists and Xi,”
Said Fauci with obvious mirth and glee.
“I funded the research creating this flu
Because no one oversees anything I do!”

“We’ll blame the unvaxxed for filling up hospitals,”
Even if it’s the vaxxed now getting the Chinese sniffles.
Government power expands when we demonize a few;
Yes, we learned from Stalin just what to do!

With a wink of Fauci’s eye and a twist of his head,
thinking people knew they had something to dread.

But I didn’t care as he went about his work
Because, let’s face it: I am kind of a jerk.
Your freedom, your wealth, all mean nothing to me.
And, no, I don’t hold to your notions of liberty.

I don’t care if Americans are feeling a pinch;
We all know supply chain woes are not just a glitch.
I’ll print more money and send us deeper in debt
Because government grows the more you fret.

So as I bed down for my own winter’s nap,
The media will repeat stories of misery until you snap.
And if you don’t, well, uh … I’ll tell you what, Corn Pop,
You ever seen the hair on my legs? When I’m at the pool. The kids used to always …
Uh, where was I? Oh yes, it is time for my nap.


Michael Quinn Sullivan

Michael Quinn Sullivan is the publisher of Texas Scorecard. He is a native Texan, a graduate of Texas A&M, and Eagle Scout. Previously, he has worked as a newspaper reporter, magazine contributor, Capitol Hill staffer, think tank vice president. Michael and his wife have three adult children, and a dog. Check out his podcast, Reflections on Life and Liberty.

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