Tonsils and Other Unwanted

When I was a mere slip of a lad, shortly after Aristotle and Socrates, it was customary to have one relinquish one’s tonsils. I was probably emotionally attached to my tonsil, vestigial as it might have been.

A tonsillectomy was a sort of rite of passage. We were rewarded with an ice cream cone, vanilla, no doubt. This went on well into the sixties until the jig was up. It served no medical purpose other than providing doctors with a new Oldsmobile every year.

The prospect now looms that the Health and Human Welfare Department will be handed over to the least qualified person ever to head a federal agency. If Robert F. Kennedy is confirmed, he would be a public menace.

I don’t know his views about tonsils, but he threatens to dismantle essential safeguards such as the Food & Drug Administration, Center for Disease Control and National Institute of Health.

This is a man who believes that the Covid virus was designed to protect Chinese people and Ashkenazi Jews, while inflicting harm on the rest of humanity. He has publicly claimed that part of his brain was eaten by parasitic worms which might explain his bizarro behavior.

Whether he had swallowed his tonsils as a youngster is still to be determined but his voice is as raspy as Satchmo’s. Yet he toots his horn, propelled on the seat of his pants, with flights of toxic conspiracies.

With his nonsensical prank dragging a dead bear hundreds of miles into Central Park and other lunatic ideas, Kennedy has disgraced the family name, His nomination is unconscionable. One gets the feeling that Trump appointed him just so he wouldn’t suffer by comparison.

If RFK Jr. should restrict the use of early childhood vaccines the consequences would be dire. Over a century of medical progress could be reversed or, at least, halted and we might expect the return of diphtheria, measles and polio epidemics, to name a few. Soon we would be returned to leeches and back plaster. He might even advocate the hemlock smoothie that Socrates drank.