Dodging Bullets With RFK Jr.
A look at the guy who--apparently--just broke the prevailing political paradigm.
In our post Hawk Tuah world, nuance is no longer digestible in the diseased guts of public opinion. If you’re not a full commie loyalist, you’re summarily ousted from every sustainable vegan cafe, drag queen story hour, and mobile abortion tailgate party. Such is the case with the Kennedy clan’s most prominent living member. Now that he has suspended his independent campaign for U.S. president and endorsed Donald Trump, as far as the mainstream press is concerned, RFK Jr. might as well be KKK jr.
RFK Jr. dismantled Camelot by pulling the political sword from the stone and stabbing it into the heart of the shitlib media-industrial complex. The gist of the man’s lengthy speech last Friday was (a) the Democrat party is no longer a home to working class (and other normal) people, (b) he doesn’t want to be an election spoiler with no realistic hope of winning, and (c) he disagrees with Trump on a lot of shit but is still willing to partner with the bloody-eared prince if it means major, “existential” issues have a chance of meeting good solutions. The ends will essentially justify the means.
Even if you disagree with his points, at least they sound measured and logical. That is, of course, unless you’re a stage four terminal libtard. Sadly, that’s the diagnosis for Kennedy’s own immediate family. His sister, Kerry Kennedy, released a statement cosigned by four other Kennedy family members, wherein she called his actions “a betrayal of the values that our father and our family hold most dear. It is a sad ending to a sad story.” That ominous closing line makes me hope Bobby doesn’t take any road trips in downtown Dallas in the near future… or enjoy a meal at a Los Angeles hotel. As the kids might say, it gives me Hillary Clinton vibes.
The state socialist media fulfilled their duty by immediately and intensely amplifying the Kennedy family in-fighting, as well as branding Bobby Kennedy with the regime-approved adjective for all prominent conservatives this election cycle: “weird.” Reports amounted to a Whitman’s Sampler of rich, chocolatey weirdness: Bobby Junior once ate barbecued dog while visiting a shithole country in Asia; Bobby Junior severed a dead whale’s head and strapped it to the roof of the family car like Clark Griswold might; Bobby Junior left bear hides in Central Park. It goes on and on. The guy obviously has an interest in wildlife but, hey, a man needs a hobby.
But, if we’re honest, none of this stuff amounts to anything weirder than your Uncle Charlie might unload on you after eight Rolling Rocks and a couple of shots of Jameson at a Thanksgiving get-together. We all know the old guy who tells you in detail how he once banged a triple amputee whore during his tour of duty in ‘Nam…the guy who took a shit in the mall’s wishing well to win a $5 bet.
Most shock-value mudslinging is calculated not only to hurt a person’s credibility and diminish his character, but more importantly to distract you from something else. And, in Bobby Kennedy’s case, it’s to distract you from both his well-reasoned endorsement of Trump and, of course, his “crazy conspiracy theories.”
Boy, does Bobby believe in some “insane” shit. He thinks it’s bad news that obesity has increased in America over the last 30 years (70% for adults and 85% for children). Big deal, make the clothes bigger! He thinks—get this nonsense—our federal government is making us sicker by not banning food additives illegal in Europe, including delicious items like titanium dioxide, brominated vegetable oil, BHA and BHT, rBST, and artificial food dye. Come on, man, what family picnic is complete without a loving dollop of Soylent Green? Finally, in the ultimate anti-science delusion imaginable, this kooky Kennedy thinks maybe one or all of the 50+ distinct vaccines we receive in our lifetime may be not only ineffective, but actually harmful. Is this guy some sort of Christian Scientist cult member?
That’s the stuff we’re not supposed to examine. We’re not even supposed to discuss it. We’re supposed to dismiss it as “weird” and crazy. But to Bobby’s credit, he wants us to do the opposite. Neither side of the political aisle—including Trump, until now—wants us to dwell too long on these dangerous ideas. Because, well, they’re dangerous to them, the elites who run this shitshow.
Politics has always been a dirty affair, whether in the American experiment in “democracy” or whispered negotiations in the medieval courts of Europe. It’s doubtful RFK Jr. is a modern saint crusading for all our best interests out of a pure sense of integrity and duty. But what’s disturbing about his blacklisting by the mainstream and their Deep State handlers is it eliminates all nuance and fine details free men need to make beneficial choices. You’re either Blue or Red, so don’t look at any other shades. Well, that’s something my food-additive-lined stomach can’t accept.
I hope that RFK Jr's endorsement will lift Trump's numbers past the margin of fraud. You know the Democrats have been planning to steal this election ever since they successfully stole the last one.
In 2016, someone asked me, with a sneer for the old guy, if I would vote for a woman for president. I said, “I’d love to vote for a woman for president! Hell, I’d vote for a man if they’d let one run.”
<sigh> Maybe next time.