Doctor, My Eyes

 

If you live in Los Angeles, you know this woman.   She is Dr. Barbara Ferrer, Director of Los Angeles County Department of Public Health.   And perhaps, from what I see in the picture, a descendant of a pre-electricity Benjamin Franklin.  Actually, she looks like she's had COVID a dozen times herself.  Meanwhile, that title is a mouthful, isn't it?   Just call her what she essentially is.

A school nurse.

Since COVID raised its ugly head in March 2020, she has been...regrettably, the face of the city government addressing how we should be proceeding during this pandemic.  Masks in schools.  Masks in theaters.  Masks while you are taking a shower in the morning.  She is Chicken Little and, trust me, her sky is always falling.   But, she had a bully pulpit because she is a doctor.

Like Dr. Pepper is more than a soda.   Oh, yeah, sure.

"Dr." Ferrer is not a medical doctor.  Her doctorate is in social welfare which sounds like a gut course in most colleges.   But she has parlayed all this bullshit into a show that pays almost a half million dollars.  With that kind of money, you would think she'd have a better hair cut and some Lancome products in her bag.

But I digress...

"Dr." Ferrer has done more to damage life in our city than Mayor Garcetti and Governor Newsom and that's going some.  She has overreacted when she shouldn't have.   She underreacted when she shouldn't have.  Decisions were changed on the fly.   She was inconsistent with her positions and her "rulings" which she said were the law and weren't.   But we were told to listen to her because...well...she was a doctor.   Meanwhile, she'd be hardpressed to figure out how to take your temperature.

It's also now coming out that her daughter has ties to the CDC, which is another corporate mess that overplayed its hand badly during the pandemic.   Oh, and apparently she hired some felon to work in her office.

I love the way the shit is coming out of this goose.  So, essentially, our lives were at the whim of what Barbara and her dumbbell daughter were discussing over breakfast scones.

Now, with some new variant afoot and monkeypox now knocking at our door, she's telling us one more time to be vigilant and wear masks in public places.

Uh-huh.

Meanwhile, here's where "Dr." Ferrer was last week.

Two sections away from me at the All Star Game at Dodger Stadium with 52,000 other people she fucked over with her incompetence the last two years.   

But I wasn't surprised.   I already had caught her with her mask down several months ago.  During one of those surges where we had to be extra vigilant. 

One of the renters of my church is an orchestra manned by physicians.  They wanted to do an outdoor concert for the neighborhood in our parking lot and I was there to chaperone on behalf of the church.

Who did I see that day?  Yep.   Maskless and hugging and kissing her friends.

Can you say "double speak?"

I'll make a deal with you, "Dr." Ferrer.  I'll promise to wear a mask if you wear a bag over your head.

Dinner last night:   Leftover pasta salad.