Reading Fauci’s diary, was this about being in the limelight??
— Jammles (@jammles9) July 26, 2026
He LOVED the attention. pic.twitter.com/ZDRrx620RD
You can practically hear the promotional copy for a new release on your preferred streaming provider:
- By day he battles the infectious scourge, striving to prevent it from overtaking a nation, but privately he also battles another viral outbreak – the one taking place in his heart! And his lover cannot inoculate herself from the communicable desires of the diminutive doctor, never wanting a cure, no matter how many times he administers “the jab”! You will not be able to resist the infectious passions seen in…”The Fauci Diaries"!
Yes, this is overblown hyperbole, but just you wait – there is a palpable sense of reality to this medical fever dream. Revelations continue to spill out from the release of the private scribblings of the man who was elevated to mythic heights during the depths of the 2020 pandemic. Dr. Anthony Fauci has been a bifurcated figure in popular perception, with those heralding him as a heroic figure being matched in number by those who looked skeptically, or even scathingly, at his authoritarian mandates.
Fauci's Diary Reveals Astonishing Level of Sycophantic Groveling by the Legacy Media
Rand Paul has social media frothing by making public the journal entries of the man who steered COVID policy for years. What has been revealed in this release is Fauci rising to his strata of import by currying favor with notable press figures, all while flouting the very social restrictions he was demanding be imposed on the populace. One of the most egregious was that he and CNN’s Jake Tapper frequently dined in their homes at the times Fauci was wagging a finger at those of us daring to co-mingle with our families.
But more than that, Fauci was particularly fascinated with his rise in national notoriety. As Kyle Becker adroitly noted here yesterday, “This is self-celebratory prose that would make Narcissus himself blush.”
Fauci's Newly Released Diary Reveals Bizarre Obsession During COVID Pandemic - Himself
What is unsettling in these diary entries is just how consumed Fauci has been with his own mushrooming fame, all while news outlets were keeping running tallies on the death toll. It is literally amazing to behold, as he catalogs the trivialities of becoming a luminary, marveling at how he was portrayed in the media, how many celebrities lauded his name, and even self-swooning over a produced effigy.
This was an entry on April 1, 2020: "Continued crazy stuff: Petition to name me 'Sexiest Man Alive'; video games named after me; Fauci Bobblehead; dishes in restaurants named after me, and on and on."
Reading Fauci’s diary, was this about being in the limelight??
— Jammles (@jammles9) July 26, 2026
He LOVED the attention. pic.twitter.com/ZDRrx620RD
And this brings us to the salacious opening of this piece. Just as all of the pathology panegyrizing was at a peak, the distaste over it all that many of us feel hits a nadir with this entry in which he alludes to the concept that he had been the inspiration of a character in an erotic novel.
Sally Quinn & Maureen Dowd maybe want to have a threesome with Fauci pic.twitter.com/RTDREXX1ei
— Tom Elliott (@tomselliott) July 26, 2026
Let’s analyze this nugget for a moment, and No! — I do NOT mean the concept of the bad doctor starkers and playing the lothario! I refer to the specifics of this diary entry. It is from May of 2020, but he is referring to a just-published article noting Sally Quinn used him as an avatar in her Harlequin Romance-level page-turner, “Happy Endings.” (In it, the Fauci character beds the First Lady. You can take time away right now to deal with any induced acid reflux — we’ll wait...)
What is significant here is that as he is marvelling at his romantic inspiration condition, he first notes in the U.S. we had crested 1.2 million cases and a death count approaching 70K. But sure, take the time to gush over the concept you inspired a salacious character in a pulp bodice-ripper novel! Also notable is the comment from Mo Dowd, whom he was clearly in personal contact with. So those two were not communicating about COVID, but tittering over his fame and serving as the muse for a sex romp.
Try to imagine your reaction if you were laid up in the ICU with a dire affliction, and in walked your surgeon with his face on a t-shirt, a giant foam finger, and sipping from the hose deposited in a pair of PBRs secured in his beer helmet. That is what our nation endured from this self-obsessed medical savant, looking into the mirror as often as he did the pandemic data.
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