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Grandstanding As Data: A Peer Review of Congressional Science
Background
Sen. Powell holds an actual chiropractic license, which he has leveraged into the general medical authority of "guy who once cracked a back professionally and now answers to 'Doctor.'" His recent committee appearances accuse a longtime immunologist of a laundry list of offenses, delivered with the confidence of a peer-reviewed conclusion and the evidentiary rigor of a group chat. MeHoffer, watching from home, recognized the format immediately. It was his format.
Methods
Powell's "study" consists of five-minute floor speeches, selectively edited hearing clips, and a fundraising email. There is no control group, no data set, and no citation that isn't a link to his own previous floor speech. MeHoffer notes this is, structurally, identical to his own ivermectin paper, "except mine at least had a chart, even if nobody could read the axes."
Selected Findings
| Finding | MeHoffer's Review | Peer Review Status |
|---|---|---|
| Accusations delivered via five-minute floor speech | "Structurally identical to yelling" | Never opened — bounced from the portal |
| Zero underlying data set | "I at least had a Facebook group" | Rejected via form email |
| Funded by his own campaign committee | "I only had to use my tax refund" | Sent back with "see attached," no attachment |
| Widely covered as if peer-reviewed | "Deeply, deeply unfair, honestly" | Accepted, then un-accepted — by literally nobody, and it still worked |
"I got desk-rejected in fourteen seconds for less than this. He got a segment. There is no God, and if there is, He does not review manuscripts fairly." — Dr. Jack MeHoffer, submitting this review to seventeen outlets, all of which have already declined
Discussion
The joke, MeHoffer concedes, is on him: he spent years failing to get pseudoscience taken seriously by anyone, while Powell managed it in a single afternoon with a gavel and a friendly camera angle. The difference, MeHoffer notes bitterly, isn't the quality of the "evidence" — it's the venue. A committee room, it turns out, will accept literally anything a journal wouldn't.