So, we did it. The United States has officially told the World Health Organization to take a hike. We packed our bags, slammed the door, and decided that we don’t need the rest of the planet telling us how to deal with germs. This is exactly the kind of move you expect from a country that thinks it is the main character in a movie that everyone else is just watching. The news is that we are terminating the partnership. We are taking our ball and going home. The official line is that we are going to work directly with other countries and "private groups."

Let’s break down what that actually means in plain English. It means we are tired of sharing. It means we think we are too good to sit at the same table as everyone else. The World Health Organization isn’t perfect. It’s a big, slow, boring group of people in suits who love paperwork. I get it. Nobody likes bureaucracy. But you know what else nobody likes? Dying from the flu because we didn’t know it was coming.

Here is the funny part about this whole thing. The report says this might mess up how we handle the flu. Every year, doctors look at what sickness is going around in other parts of the world. They use that info to make the shots we get at the pharmacy. It’s like checking the weather before you get dressed. If you know it’s raining in the town over, you bring an umbrella. But now, the U.S. has decided we don’t want to check the weather report anymore. We are just going to guess. We are going to look out the window, see the sun, and assume it’s sunny everywhere forever.

The logic here is painful to look at. We are going to work with "private groups." Whenever you hear a politician say they want to use "private groups" to save lives, you should hide your wallet. Private groups don’t do things for the good of humanity. They do things for money. That is the whole point of being private. So, instead of sharing info with the world to keep people safe, we are probably going to hand that job over to some company that wants to turn a profit on your sniffles. This is the American way. If you can’t monetize a crisis, is it even a crisis?

This isn't about one side of the aisle being smarter than the other. They are both clueless. The people in charge right now think that borders work on viruses. They think if we build a big enough wall or sign a tough enough paper, the germs will stay away. They think American germs are different from French germs or Chinese germs. It is total nonsense. A virus doesn't care about your flag. It doesn't care about your freedom. It just wants to jump from one pair of lungs to another. Cutting ties with the people who track these things is like driving a car and smashing your own dashboard because you don’t like what the speedometer says.

On the flip side, the people who love these big global groups act like the WHO is some kind of holy church. It’s not. It’s flawed. But it was the only phone line we had connected to the rest of the world’s hospitals. Cutting the line doesn't fix the flaws. It just leaves us in the dark. We are choosing to be blind because we didn't like what we were seeing. It is childish. It is the temper tantrum of a fading superpower that can't handle the fact that we need help sometimes.

So now we go it alone. We will make side deals with countries we like. We will ignore countries we don’t like. Because apparently, we think diseases only come from our enemies. If a friendly country has a plague, surely they will tell us, right? Wrong. Countries lie. Everyone lies. That was the point of having a big, neutral group in the middle to sort through the trash. Now, we have to trust politicians to tell us the truth about health. Good luck with that.

We are walking away from the table because we think we are smarter than everyone else. We think we can buy our way out of nature. We are going to rely on private companies to do a job that requires global cooperation. It’s going to be a mess. But hey, at least we don’t have to listen to foreigners tell us what to do anymore. We can sit here in our own little bubble, proud and independent, right up until the fever hits. Then we will wonder why nobody warned us. And the answer will be simple: we hung up the phone.