Fauci Email Bomb: FDA Knew About Covid Vaccine Injuries

SMH has left the building. We're basically at HTA [hang them all].

Senators Ron Johnson and Rand Paul dropped another single from Anthony Fauci’s Greatest Hits album over the weekend, and the dance floor is shook. This isn’t a remix of “Safe and Effective” or the extended club version of “Trust the Science.” This particular track features the acting commissioner of the FDA herself privately belting out a tune that got the rest of us kicked off Twitter.

Way back in May 2021, Dr. Janet Woodcock—the woman literally running the FDA at the time—wrote to Fauci and Francis Collins, then Director of the NIH, to say she was hearing about vaccine injuries that “no one takes seriously, no one knows how to treat, and there is no effort to study this.” Then she let loose a couple of lines that should be carved into marble somewhere in Washington:

“I think it would be worthwhile to do a study and evaluate a cohort of these individuals,” she wrote, adding, “I doubt the industry would support [it], for obvious reasons. But my experience is, that if you let a problem fester, then it will come back to bite you later.”

For obvious reasons.

That would be like the president of Ford saying, “I doubt the company would pay for a study looking at why Pintos keep exploding, for obvious reasons.”

Except Ford doesn’t regulate Ford. Woodcock was running the agency whose entire reason for existing was to find out whether products were hurting people—not wait around to see whether the companies selling them were enthusiastic about the injuries.

The very best (worst) part is Fauci’s private response to Dr. Collins:

“We cannot ignore her.”

We cannot ignore her. That’s what you say when your overwhelming desire is to ignore her. It’s what you say when your husband doesn’t want to invite your angry, alcoholic, wingnut sister to Thanksgiving. It’s what you say about the last-minute trick-or-treater when you still have candy but you really want to go to bed. It’s what psychotic, spurned bunny-boilers say about themselves to the married men who won’t take their calls.

And yet—I do hope you are sitting down for this part—Fauci and Collins apparently decided to ignore her anyway.

Recall that at the time, Fauci was running NIAID, an agency with a multibillion-dollar annual budget. The federal research apparatus clearly knew how to mobilize when it deemed something worth studying. Congress gave NIH 1.15 billion to investigate “Long Covid”—eventually building a $1.8 billion empire around the lingering effects of their lab-engineered cold. But vaccine victims and their families got no national initiative, no branded program, no acknowledgement whatsoever. Instead, they got erased.

Let the festering and ass-biting commence.

By the time Woodcock wrote that email, VAERS had logged 440,025 adverse event reports and more than 8,650 deaths—with a staggering 3,350 of those (39%!) happening within two days of the shot. And yet, in the face of that avalanche, Woodcock was out there saying the injuries being reported directly to her “are not the sort that a system like VAERS would be able to detect.”

Ma’am. VAERS detected them. Nearly half a million of them. That’s not a system failing to detect. That’s a system screaming into a pillow while everyone else in the room pretends to be asleep.

Read it here.

By May 2021, VAERS data should have been impossible to ignore. But while authorities nearly broke their vocal cords screaming “correlation does not equal causation!” nobody (in power) was asking the obvious questions: What do these numbers suggest? Who’s investigating them? What are they finding? Why are the people behind the reports being silenced, gaslit, and otherwise left to wander the medical wilderness with no compass, no rations, and no rescue party in sight?

Instead, the only approved talking point—as we all know too well—was safe, effective, line up and shut up.

It’s worth pointing out that the Woodcock-Collins email exchange occurred several months after Dr. Peter Marks, director of the FDA’s Center for Biologics Evaluation and Research, had been personally warned about massive flaws in the government’s vaccine-safety surveillance.

Regular readers will recall I wrote about this at the time:

But wait! There’s more!

While all of this not-ignoring was going on, the NIH’s own Dr. Avindra Nath was already leading a team of doctors who were diagnosing and treating severely injured patients with the exact mystery set of symptoms Woodcock described. Which essentially means that the left hand was diagnosing injection injuries while the right hand was writing emails about how nobody was studying them and the mouth was insisting that The Science™ had reached its final, unimpeachable verdict.

… said no bureaucrat, ever.

At the risk of overstating the obvious, this was not a bunch of hungover, inept interns from distant agencies failing to communicate. These were high-ranking officials in the same branch of the same institutional organism. They were on each other’s speed dial, in each other’s meetings, and probably arguing over the thermostat in the same conference room.

And yet, somehow, none of this regulatory confusion ever leaked into the official messaging. Privately, it looked like a bureaucratic murder mystery or a seventh-grade lunch table trying to find out who likes who: What did Janet know? Did Peter warn Tony? Did anyone tell Francis what Avindra was doing down the hall? And where was Rochelle?

Publicly, though? The Rockettes have looser choreography. Whatever info these officials were withholding from one another, whatever warnings were being buried or siloed, whatever questions they secretly entertained, the moment the cameras came out, they snapped into formation like a North Korean synchronized-swimming team.

Meanwhile—and I cannot believe I am typing this in 2026—Covid shots are STILL being mandated. Today. As you read this. More than a few nursing and medical programs and hospitals and clinical training sites continue to require them—even as the federal government has long since abandoned its military and healthcare-worker mandates. More than half a decade after top-tier health officials were wringing their hands over documented injuries, Americans are still being told: take the shot or you can’t participate.

My only question at this point is, when do tribunal tickets go on sale?

Because I want the early-bird, I-called-it-five-years-ago discount. I want an all-season pass. I want the VIP package where you get to sit close enough to see the sweat on every one of their despicable brows when someone reads their own emails back to them with a court reporter present and zero camera cuts allowed. I want the commemorative lanyard, the tote bag, and the little souvenir gavel that squeaks when you squeeze it.

I’ll be there in a fake mustache and an N95, of course. For obvious reasons.