Now it’s personal
I can’t bring myself to go into detail so I will only say this. A review of 75 studies at Columbia University, published by “Dr” Mehmet Oz between 1989 and 2010, reveals that the Republican Senate candidate’s research killed over 300 dogs and inflicted significant suffering on them and on other animals used in experiments.
For me this is the moment when it ceases being about politics. I no longer care if Oz — a peddler of fake cures and dangerously stupid diets — is a Republican, a Democrat, or a member of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. I don’t care what the mitigating circumstances are. My disdain for Oz and his politics just graduated to white hot hatred.
In fact I don’t merely hate him, I actively despise him. The words you see now on this page are substitutes for words so vile and disgusting that they would shock an American sailor. Now it’s personal.
This pile of human crap who routinely and smugly virtue signals about being such a friendly and family oriented guy was held in violation of the Animal Welfare Act. Instead of being tossed into prison for the rest of his unnatural life this festering turd was fined a measly $2,000 because, hey, he’s rich and he has friends in high places.
Ordinarily we think of this kind of stomach turning, repellent behaviour as a caricature of evil people or comic book villains like Cruella de Vil. We don’t really expect these Republican bastards to be as hideous as they seem in public when they get home and put their feet up on the ottoman. At the end of the day we know that some of them are merely conventionally evil and, when they remove their masks and let their hair down, they go home and do mostly normal things.
But to me what Oz did is serial killer stuff. This is stuff for the depravity record book. “Dr” Mehmet Oz is the Josef Mengele of puppies. He’s Jack the Ripper. I cannot tell you what I want to see happen to him and remain inside of the law.
This isn’t because I’m a vegan or an animal rights activist on the side. This is because I am the daddy of four precious kitty cats. Because I’m a human being. Like I said. This is personal.
I am also an ex-Pennsylvanian. And because Pennsylvania was my last legal residence before emigrating to the United Kingdom it means I can vote in the Pennsylvania midterm election. I was planning on voting anyway, of course, but it will be with particular relish that I will vote for the bastard’s Democratic opponent, John Fetterman, a man who really lives in the commonwealth of Pennsylvania. It will be my personal pleasure to be part of the voting public that kills his campaign and his hope to ascend to the Senate.
I will vote for Fetterman and send with my vote all the good luck and best wishes for him that I have. Fetterman is a man who, like me, has rescue animals in his home. I will send my vote as a precious gift to him, and a renunciation and repudiation of Oz and every bastard like him, every sick, torturing sadist who ever lived.
I was dispirited to note that Fetterman’s lead over Oz is narrowing. So I exhort all Pennsylvania residents to get out and vote Oz down. Bring ten people with you. It would be a rank obscenity to allow any honour or any further advantage to befall this most evil, evil of men. Thank you.
Robert Harrington is an American expat living in Britain. He is a portrait painter.