There are bad ideas, there are worse ones produced by that monster truck filled with congealed month-old-cheese-whiz Trump calls an IQ, and then there’s RFK Jr. He’s talking, so he’s saying something racist, stupid, ignorant or conspiratorial—or all four! Has anyone not reached a point where they’d like to duct tape his mouth shut to stop the noise? And, no, I’m not talking about the voice via inherited spasmodic dysphonia. I mean the idiocy exiting Jr.’s pie-hole on a quotidian basis. I never thought I’d see someone publicly pull as many “ideas” straight outta their arse as Trump til Jr. got his motor-mouth going. I met the jackwit once about a dozen years ago. I don’t know what “cerebral event” struck him in the time since—lightning?—because, sure, he was weird back then. But a garden-variety numb nuts. Not a carnival barker on such a titanic level bats are searching caves for their missing feces in his dome.read more
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