He is not a doctor. Though if push came to shove I'm sure the regents on the board of now Defunct Trump University could have offered him an honorary doctorate in Real Estate Nomenclature Licensing and Advanced Flim Flammery.
He doesn't possess a Master's Degree, well he might, but the registrar's office at Wharton have been threatened not to release any of his collegiate records.
In fact, there are no records of his academic achievements while he attended Fordham University in the Bronx, again under threat from the Trump Organization of thugs and lawyers.
"Hey nice university you got here. Be a shame if something happened to it."
In fact, the stable genius who has repeatedly warned Americans that noisy windmills cause cancer, has no documentation whatsoever of anything resembling intellectual achievement. None. Though we have been told his uncle, Dr. John Trump, a super genius, taught at M.I.T.
The correlation is specious at best.
I had an uncle who worked with concrete and REBAR and helped lay the foundations for many of NY's skyscrapers. That has endowed me with no abilities to step onto a construction site. NONE. Though in a pinch I have been known to unbend a wire coat hanger to snake out a clogged sink drain.
Just two days ago, this dunce among dunces, suggested there were no antibiotics left to fight off this coronavirus. Oblivious to the fact that antibiotics don't work on viral infections. The same way the Germans didn't bomb Pearl Harbor.
And yet, despite this man possessing considerably less medical knowledge than Larry Linville, the actor who played Dr. Frank Burns on MASH, he is actively pimping hydroxychloroquine as a possible game changing agent in our current pandemic.
There are no papers published about the efficacy of this anti-malarial drug with regards to Covid -19. There are no major doctors espousing its use. There are only anecdotal and simplistic tales from unknown, unpublished sources. And Dr. Quacky McQuackhair spouting his normal uninformed bullshit from the bully pulpit at the White House.
"I'm hearing very good things about this hydrochloroquine stuff. Very good things. We could be open for business by next Monday. Suck on that Biden."
Clearly ignoring the warnings that some of the side effects are debilitating and even fatal.
And that's where we are on April 15th, 2020. The man who once said, "I am the Chosen One" and "I, alone can fix this" is now America's Dr. Feelgood.
Put another way...
"I could inject a patient at a 5th Ave. Hospital with hydrochloroquine. And that patient could die. And I still wouldn't lose any support."
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