So the sheep down in Sheepville sought out his command, no matter how impractical, no matter how left-hand. Then the old Fauci gleamed as every sheep was convinced, to go out and take a pee on an electrified fence. And where the Grinch failed the Fauci achieved, celebrations were banished and without reprieve. "Let this be a warning," he smirked as he broke open a beer, "that joy is meant not for what little people hold dear. 'Tis only a state for the elite and the rich; so suck it up, sheep, slavery's a b*tch."