Victor Davis Hanson
I just returned from leading 160 travelers on a tour to Normandy for the 80th anniversary of the D-Day landings.
The tour went quite well. The participants were especially enthusiastic, good sports, extremely knowledgeable, and above all, happy people.
We had three great Hillsdale professors providing morning lectures (Professors Connor, Calvert, and Kalthoff) and had some interesting guest speakers as well. All in all, a great—and I think my last—tour after nearly 20 years of co-leading them with my friend and partner Al Phillip, a tour expert of experts from Austria by way of Hillsdale, Michigan.
No one fell ill, was injured, or became lost. The trip home was long, from the hotel to the Paris airport to SFO, to driving to Palo Alto, then to Selma, but uneventful other than a lack of sleep for about a day and a half.
When one gets back to a farm after two weeks of absence, one is overwhelmed with small and large things to fix, bills to pay, leaking drip hoses, weeds, and of course, overdue and make-up things to write.
Inter alia, I discovered in the two-week absence that someone had driven a truck into the almond orchard and unloaded at least 1,000 square feet of used laminated flooring, replete with used glue canisters, paint, and household trash. And, yes, also littered about were the usual Spanish-language magazines, ads, etc., but not a single utility bill or junk mail letter with the incriminating address of the miscreant.
My first thought? What would Joe Biden do if not once in a while, but every two weeks, our new migrants dumped 4-5 square yards of trash on the Biden family beachfront home lawn? Close the border? Fire Mayorkas?
So, everything was a bit hectic and sleepless, along with jet lag for a day or two.
Until…
I started feeling a bit feverish on the third day back. No problem. Take a long walk or light jog to “sweat it out.” Then scratchy throat (mere head cold?).
Then three hours later came the muscle aches (surely only from being cramped on the plane?). Then in the evening followed feverishness (mere lack of sleep?).
Then came the end of pathetic denial by dusk, and confirmation by a home test of full-fledged Covid. (Do you remember the feeling when the test line is three times bolder than the control line above?)
In 2021, I had the two semi-mandatory (for Stanford employees) Moderna shots, but never the boosters. (Like many, I had a very bad reaction from the second shot and an increase in an old immune problem that had been previously well under control.)
Nine months later, confident that the shots still were, as we were all told, “96 percent insurance against being either infectious or infected,” I got Delta Covid in August 2021 while teaching in Michigan. I remember watching “breakthrough” cases on television that August and being assured by the media that the vaxxes were still bullet-proof.
Still, no problem, it turned out I was ill just 3 days over the Labor Day holiday and a weekend of fever. And I tested negative in four days and only missed a day of teaching. At that point, I kind of, sort of, believed the Fauci lies about the vaxes.
So, I assumed the “gold-standard” vaccination of months earlier had mitigated the symptoms. Remember, those were the days of the beginning of the crumbling vaccination narrative—from the once miracle mRNA breakthrough, indomitable vax to the correction of “mutating coronaviruses cannot be stopped for long by vaccination” reality.
(Do we all remember the 2020–23 Moderna/Pfizer/NIAID/CDC/NIH communique about bats and pangolins and boosters and 96-percent vax efficacy and social distancing and masks and more boosters and “don’t take Advil’ warnings and “Ivermectin is a toxic lethal horse dewormer” and “natural immunity if not really a scientific fact”?)
Nonetheless, other than flu-like symptoms, at that point in fall 2021, I still felt the vax had still sort of worked given the Covid bout was short. On those early home-antigen tests, the positive line was very faint and only for 2–3 days as I remember.
I had an annual checkup two months later. The doctor “for the heck of it,” he said, included one of those early COVID antibody titer tests. Mine came back off the charts. He said, “Well, you won’t be getting Covid for a while again with that antibody defense.”
Hardly.
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