Once again, when the situation is just too horrible — and/or too complicated, too interwoven, too atmospherically poisoned, to even begin to even partially comprehend — and there it is, here we are, NOW, thanks to the Fauci Fallout from his “taking the 5th 111 times,” . . . we tend to throw up our hands and resort to memes.

Especially this one. This one where the shadow of the man is shown right next to the light.

And when will we recognize that we are Fauci? That there is a part of each of us that lies in shadow, and that it terrifies us to bring it to the surface?

We should thank Fauci, for serving as the role model for so-called “science”, so called  “expertise” that knows nothing and yet tries to foist it on the rest of us.

Fauci is every man and every woman who ever walked this earth. In a future lifetime, he might recognize that he served as the mouthpiece for all of humanity that refuses to acknowledge what lurks inside us.

Yes. The old, ever-present Manichean distinction: Good vs. Evil.

But is it really “evil”? Is Evil real? Or is ignorance, always, ultimately, “to blame.”

I’d say no, certainly not in the case of the Fraud-ci.

More savage memes: Check what’s on this site . . .

Dr. Anthony Fauci Meme Gallery

The light at the end of this long dark all-too-human tunnel begins to flood the atmosphere, even so.

As my friend Laura Bruno puts it. we are. . . .

Clandestine (aka Jacob Creech) has always impressed me with his perspective. Likewise here:

Fauci’s Diary Exposes the Plot

Now who, if anyone, will actually apologize?

Who among even my family, and yours?

Is an apology too much to ask? Probably.

Certainly, there’s no way that all the bad guys can be executed or imprisoned. The world would depopulate by what, one-third? one-half? No. There has to be another way.

Besides, I keep reminding myself, anyone refusing to apologize is not my business.

Taking the 5th is their stuff, not yours, and not mine. I feel for them, I can imagine myself in their shoes, quaking with fear at being found out.

Moreover, how many times did I personally just remain silent when others around me were acting in fear?

Only as we acknowledge our own complicity, do we even begin to heal.