HCAs brought us Sam Soldano. He'll make your blood boil, sure as hell.

Guy lived in a fantasy, as they often do. When he came into contact with a form of reality he couldn't simply ignore (i.e., being infected by Sars-Cov-2) guess what? Reality won.

Mister Soldano was outraged at a "straw man" version of President Biden, who has no resemblance to the real President Biden. The "straw man" Biden stole the election, and entices immigrants to enter the country illegally while ignoring the needs of American-born citizens.

Too many people in America believe blatant falsehoods, yet their votes count just as much as those who live in reality.

Oh for the stupid. His monitor vitals are about the point I would get a heads up call that I would need to intubate and line up (insert central IV catheters) these patients. Yep, he was kicking covid’s ass.

Poor Robin Soldano. Tried very hard to protect Sam, really cared, made his vaxx appointments.

When he died, she must have been torn between anger and grief.

From how the friends tried to soooth him, it sounds as if Sam was very paranoid, actually frightened, of some unseen, mysterious, "Democratic" force.

Horrible sad results of the murderous propagandists.

If there was a hell, I'd want them to burn in it.

What a greasy, stupid fuck. And what the hell is he eating in that first picture, a barbecued T. Rex knuckle?

Death of a Salesman… who really did tick all the boxes.

Including one of the rarer conceits: “the Liberals are targeting us with sickness.”

* a subclass of the usual persecution/victimhood fetish.

Shit-posting on vaccines, mandates and Dr. Fauci.

Shit-posting on masks!

Politico posts. Where he crosses a line in a big way!

The HCA community has some fun with him!

Quelle surprise! Busted by FB for shit-posting.

Shitposting extraordinaire! With a racial bias?

The comments from HCA community.

Oh shit he's caught "the Rona".

The requisite smattering of advice from the Royal College of Facebook Physicians! Thank goodness a couple people stopped in to correct the BS.

Oh oh spaghetti-o! Things are going South and in Floriduh that doesn’t leave you a lot of room.

The end.

Post scripts.