Mr. President, stop listening to Ivy League eggheads and open the darn economy
Mr. President, I'm one of your biggest supporters. Few have worked harder or longer to elect, support and reelect you. Every day I praise you in speaking to my large and growing audience on national radio and TV, and through my nationally syndicated newspaper column. My audience loves and supports you. We have your back!
Do you know who doesn't have your back? The Ivy League eggheads; the Washington, D.C., swamp-dwelling politicians and bureaucrats; and the deep-state doctors surrounding you. No one elected Dr. Anthony Fauci president. No one elected Dr. Deborah Birx, Surgeon General Jerome Adams or hapless Federal Reserve Chair Jerome Powell, either. And for good reason. They care only about being loved by the media, using big government to solve every problem and never saying something for which they might be blamed.
They're not my president. ... You are!
The academics and deep-staters just pass the buck. They have scared Americans to death with worthless, flawed, worst-case computer models that never work in the real world. Thank goodness the buck stops with you.
As anyone with common sense can see, the doctors and bureaucrats are giving you bad advice. The sad truth is they don't care whether their advice destroys this economy, this country and the great American middle class. Most are big-government-loving liberal Democrats who don't understand the U.S. economy or appreciate the brave business owners of America.
I have simple advice:
A) Stop listening!
B) OPEN THE DARN ECONOMY, AND DO IT QUICKLY.
I received the following email yesterday from a friend who is a small-business owner: "Not one soul asked me if I would sacrifice my entire business, which I have, in order to not take a chance of getting the virus. If anyone would have asked me, I would have said 'shoot me up with the virus, I'll take my chances in order to not lose my business and keep my employees on the job.' I have sacrificed for over 30 years to build my business. Overnight, I now have zip ... no income ... no business ... no employees ... nothing."
Let me tell you about Ivy League eggheads. When this dead-end kid from the Bronx borderline got to Columbia University, I was shocked to find my typical classmate was book-smart but dumb as a box of rocks, with no common sense and zero empathy for the common, hardworking Americans.