Brain-Worm Man Dunks Kids in Raw Sewage
If you don’t believe me, check the Washington Post: RFK, Jr. clearly has issues.
This wouldn’t matter if he weren’t a public person. He would be entitled to slurp up roadkill without limit. He would be entitled to eat the eyeballs of the dead. My God, he could even lick the plate. People do crazy things all the time. Hannibal Lecter ate the brains of living people. Jeffrey Dahmer put severed heads in his freezer. OK, I know a little too much about cannibalism (fictional and real-life editions) but at least I never dump my carcasses in Central Park.
Enter the Czar of American Health. Much like Putin, he can’t keep his shirt on. As spring came to Washington, D.C. this year, he spent a topless Mother’s Day in Dumbarton Oaks Park. You’ll find the article in the May 13 edition. Just punch in his name and the tagline “fecal matter.”
The park itself is an urban playground. Picnics, bicycles, jogging—the works. About the only thing you can’t do is put a toe in the water. Rock Creek, the waterway that runs through the grounds, is a nasty sewer of urban pollutants. It’s a slurry of chemicals and biological contaminants, much loved by enemies of the EPA. The phrase that keeps calling to me is “fecal coliform,” with a side order of giardia to seal the deal. The signage around the creek is red-letter specific. “Don’t be an idiot; this water will kill you.”
But if you’re RFK, Jr., that’s a letter-press invitation. He was in the water up to his manly chest before you could say “vaccines cause autism.” I know because there are the photographs to prove it. You have to appreciate the arrogance of a man who invites a film crew to document his provocations. I wonder if it felt like lifting the bear out of the trunk—warm and slurpy, with a frisson of peril. It must have been like walking into one of those waterways in the Amazon, where the next thing you know there’s an eel in your urethra.
But when you’re RFK, Jr. there’s no clambering out. He seems to have stayed for a good long while. After all, if there’s a parasite in your brain, what’s the harm of an eel in your urethra? The real problem is what happened next. The excursion to Dumbarton Oaks was a family outing, including pretty much everyone in the inner circle: “Amaryllis, Bobby, Kick, and Jackson, and a swim with my grandchildren, Bobcat and Cassius.” I can’t tell these people apart from one another, but the picture clearly shows Kennedy with his head underwater. In the RFK family that passes for safety first.
It is not, of course, but it’s perfectly on brand. America’s Health Czar has made his career out of reckless risk-taking, insane conspiracy theories, hysterical accusations, junk science showboating, and damaging insinuations about settled research. He ignored a measles outbreak in the first minute of his tenure and has demonstrated contempt for experience and expertise. Each vaccine specialist who used to work in public health is now a head on a spike in RFK’s office.
I figure you’re allowed to crazy up your life, yet you’re not allowed to imperil anyone’s grandchildren, even if they happen to be your own. But the worst part about Kennedy is that his arrogance is unlimited and we shouldn’t tolerate it a minute longer. Do your research, choose an amount, and make your first contribution to the mid-terms today.
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