Dr. Deborah Birx, the White House coronavirus response coordinator, said on Tuesday that she will not seek a role in President-elect Joe Biden’s administration.
Good riddance. Lot’s of people miss their families and seeing their grandkids. But if you’re going to insist that all of us isolate and refrain from family get togethers, then you need to do it, too. Grrrrr.
Welp, they turned her down. She was kind of iffy all along but man, if she’d jumped up at that Drano-themed briefing and yelled “What the actual FUCK” she’d have been a national hero. Choices, people. You have to mind the choices that may define you in the months and years to come. When a guy says inject bleach, speak up.
“To drag my family into this, when my daughter hasn’t left that house in 10 months, my parents have been isolated for 10 months, they’ve become deeply depressed, as I’m sure many elderly have,” the health official said Tuesday, appearing to respond to the reports about her holiday gatherings. “These are all very difficult things.”
Yes, but you were on the Task Force because you’d be asked to do difficult “things.” And in this, the bleach-and-UV light incident and several other times, you failed.
Interesting; no apology at all for the extended family get-together. Just blaming the criticism. I guess she figures her reputation is already shot, including that classic SNL skit to help her live in infamy. So there was no point in trying to salvage anything.
The best way for Dr. Birx to leave a lasting legacy would be for her to tie several of her colorful, diaphanous scarves together and then take a spin in a sports convertible.