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No Need For Alarm

No Need For Alarm

by MichelleMcHatton

Dr. Fauci.  In America you either love him or you hate him.  I guess it depends on what you want to believe, or who you want to believe.

SHITHOLE not only hates him; he’s jealous of him.  Why else would SHITHOLE invite himself to a Yankees game to throw out the first pitch?  In a city that despises him.  Because he just happened to do that after Dr. Fauci threw out the first pitch at the Washington Nationals game the other day.  Then SHITHOLE retracted his own invite!  Because he knows nobody would give a shit!  Such a dumb fuck!

Fauci has something that SHITHOLE will never have.  Intelligence in medicine.  I feel for this guy and the fact that he has to deal with SHITHOLE and his nonsense day in and day out.  And he is belittled by the jealous SHITHOLE because SHITHOLE knows, no matter what Fauci says, he will never be able to say anything better.  Or more correct.  And he knows it.  Because Fauci knows his shit.  And SHITHOLE is shit.

SHITHOLE has called Fauci an “alarmist”.  Why?  Because he’s warning Americans about what’s coming down the pike with regards to the coronavirus?  Because SHITHOLE doesn’t like what Fauci is saying?  Because it’s not what SHITHOLE wants to hear.  Whenever it’s something SHITHOLE doesn’t want to hear it’s bad.  It’s “alarming”.

You know what is really alarming?  The fact that America has a SHITHOLE for a “president” who hasn’t and won’t do a goddamn good thing to help this country in getting through this or anything else that’s going on in the country.  He loves to wreak havoc.  He thrives on it.  It’s the narcissist way.

You know what SHITHOLE is really jealous of?  THIS:

Where have you gone Dom DiMaggio?

Where have you gone Dom DiMaggio?

by MichelleMcHatton

I’m not a big baseball fan. I’m not even a Boston Red Sox fan. But I knew of Dom DiMaggio. Not because he played outfield for the Sox, or that his brother was Joe, or that ironically his brother is the one who broke his hitting streak. I knew of him because of the story my husband told me about how he met Dom DiMaggio.

When my husband was 14 his father kept him out of school one day and told him he was going to take him to meet Dom DiMaggio. This was in 1978 or 1979. My husband’s father was a salesman, although at this point in time, I’m not quite sure what kind of job he had. Anyway, he was going to see Dom DiMaggio because he had done some job or project for him. I’m not quite sure and neither is my husband.  But he had some business with Dom.

My father-in-law introduced my husband to Dom by saying, “This is Dom DiMaggio, Joe’s brother”. My husband recalls shaking his hand and remembers Dom said “hello” to him, but that’s about it.

So naturally when my husband told me this morning that Dom DiMaggio died, I said to him, “The same one you met when you were 14?”

“The very same one.”

The thing is, the number of times my husband told me the Dom story, he never ONCE mentioned to me that Dom had played for the Sox. I just figured his claim to fame was being Joe’s brother!

How ironic is it that one DiMaggio would play for the Sox and the other for the Yankees? Weird…