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It might have happened this way:
At the White House
“The old man’s not looking very good,” noted the president’s physician Sean Conley. “Fever, lots of trouble breathing. Let’s get him to Walter Reed.”
“But he’ll never agree to that. I just know that he’ll tell me that going to the hospital makes him look weak. Isn’t there some other way?”
“Mr. President, we’re going to take you to Walter Reed Hospital. And I know, you’ll like this , you’ll get to go on a helicoptor ride, I know you like those.”
“Okay, but just one thing, is Biden sick too? I know I did well and got a positive score on my test. Did that guy fail his test and get a negative?”
At the hospital
“Now, Mr. President we’re going to give you an experimental treatment and then get you a dose of Remdesivir–”
“No, none of that crap. I want that hydroxychloriqine stuff. You know, I took it a while ago, and it must work cause I didn’t get sick then. I should never have stopped taking it.”
“But Mr President, all the evidence is that it doesn’t work. And that it can that it can cause heart problems too, so that just doesn’t make sense for you to take it now.”
“Evidence? I know lots of smart people who say it’s good, so it must work. And by the way, Conley, I don’t even know why I should trust you. Couldn’t they get me someone who went to Harvard or Hopkins, not someone who graduated from the Philadelphia College for Osteopaths. Don’t they have anyone on staff here who went to some Ivy League school, like my favorite, Penn.”
“Well, Dr Fitzhugh, our head of infectious medicine, did his residency at Mass General.”
“So let’s get him here right now.”
Well, you see, Mr President, he’s a Democrat and he loves Obamacare.”
“Okay, so there must be someone else?”
“Well, Berkowitz was chief resident at Yale and he’s our head of Pulmonology.”
“A Jew, they’re smart–”
“But he’s a big Biden guy.”
“Come on, there must be someone here you can find.”
“Well, one of our best is Dr. Ali-Abdallah—”
“You gotta be kidding me. I guess I’ll have to do with you guys. If I make it I’ll praise you bastards to the heavens, but you’re in big trouble if I don’t.”
“Oh, God, I hope he makes it, for his sake and for mine, although not for the country’s. I’ll just be glad if I don’t have to fill out his death certificate and write, under cause of death, arrogance.”
Great…enjoyed it muchly!