Robert F. Kennedy Jr. testifies before the Senate Finance Committee

Moron and Health Secretary RFMcKlownFuck is a complete maniac masquerading as someone who cares about public health. Now let's be kind to the man and give the full respect his medical credentials deserves:

Today, dimwit Bobby found himself in the Senate hot seat, facing Democrats who all but begged him to resign. In most administrations, that would be humiliating. In The Don’s? It’s practically a merit badge.

RFK Jr. — the man whose defining contribution to public health is telling people not to trust public health — was grilled over his vaccine skepticism and his wrecking-ball approach to the CDC. Democrats accused him of undermining the agency. To be fair, the CDC barely exists at this point, its main function reduced to hosting clap-out rallies every time another scientist resigns in protest.

The grilling was at least warming to watch with Bumbling Bobby floundering under the pressure. At one point he was asked:

I mean no one should be surprised - Bobby simply doesn't care or believe in facts. He lives in some alternate reality. He is a genuinely stupid man. He's an idiot who doesn't know he's an idiot - and given his position - that makes him incredibly dangerous.

The Don has always prized loyalty over competence, and RFK Jr. has proven he’ll twist himself into any shape required. If Donny told him polio was “fake news,” RFK Jr. would be on Fox News by sunrise calling iron lungs a hoax. His reckless approach to health policy isn’t an accident — it’s the job description. This is, after all, the same administration that deregulates pollution and calls it aromatherapy.

The hearing didn’t unearth anything new. It just confirmed what everyone already knows: under Donny, science isn’t science. It’s vibes. Public health isn’t about saving lives; it’s about political obedience.

So yes, Bonkers Bobby . is still in office. And if history is any guide, the more dangerous he is to actual health, the safer his job will be.

But the killer is just how completely fucking stupid it all is. RFK in particular. This brazen anti-science isn't just Donny's latest scam with an actual point - it's just actually fucking stupid. No one benefits. No one wins.

Science denial is dangerous no matter who is promoting it, but it's so much worse when it's coming from people in positions of political power. For the record, here's Bonehead Bobby's position on various debunked topics:

The Don’s Billionaire Tech Bro Banquet: Musk Left Off the Menu

The Don threw a lavish White House dinner for tech titans, because nothing says “working-class hero” like a seven-course meal with billionaires. Mark Zuckerberg, Bill Gates, Tim Cook, and Sam Altman all showed up, proving that even billionaire tech bros will crawl over each other for free lobster bisque and a photo op.

The scene was basically the oligarchy tech bros version of Donny's cabinet meetings. Each ready to bend the knee to curry favor with King Don. It's a disgusting display of fealty, one that has to be scripted. As they all line up in turn to personally thank Donny for his leadership.

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Bill gates simply looked like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. Rumor has it he's sped up his donations specifically to avoid being invited to these gigs, though he too bent the knee and thanked Don for his leadership.

When this ordeal finally comes to a close - history will remember this moment. Everyone at the table should be ashamed of themselves.

But the conspicuous empty chair? Elon Musk. Once Donny's inseparable buddy, now persona non grata. Musk insists he was invited but decided to skip, preferring instead to spend the evening rage-posting about immigration and gender identity on his platform.

The White House, ever the master of non-denial denials, refused to comment on Musk’s absence, which in Washington-speak translates to: “Yeah, it’s personal.” The bromance that once defined Donny's tech alliances now looks shakier than a Tesla on autopilot in a fog bank.

The message was clear: this was less about policy than about theater. Like a reality-TV rose ceremony, The Don decides which billionaire gets to stay in the mansion for another week. Musk didn’t make the cut this round, but don’t worry — there’s always another season of this farce.

One thing is certain: for Donny, alliances are as disposable as his spray tan wipes. Yesterday was Musk; tomorrow, who knows? But for now, The Don savored his lobster, surrounded by billionaires, while reminding working Americans that the only table they’re invited to is the one they’re serving.

The Don’s Big Idea: Rename It “War” and Call It Strategy

The Don has decided that “Defense” is just too… defensive. His solution? Rebrand the Department of Defense back to its pre-1947 name: the Department of War. Because nothing says “21st-century leadership” like nostalgia for trench warfare and mustard gas.

Pete Hegseth, our drunken Defense Secretary turned hype man, proudly blasted “DEPARTMENT OF WAR” across social media like a kid showing off a new tattoo. Subtlety? Never heard of it. To Hegseth, the department needs a “warrior ethos,” which apparently means swapping thoughtful strategy for Twitter-grade chest beating.

Let’s be clear: America already spends more on “defense” than the next ten countries combined. But sure, what was really missing was better branding. Forget diplomacy, forget alliances, forget even the idea that maybe wars are best avoided. The Don’s foreign policy boils down to: offense is the best defense, and if that fails, rename the building and call it victory.

The irony, of course, is rich. Post–World War II, the United States deliberately ditched “War” for “Defense” to project a commitment to stability, peace, and deterrence. Undoing that rebrand isn’t just tone-deaf—it’s a flashing neon sign that America is run by a man whose only understanding of strategy comes from bar fights and reality TV.

So here we are: decades of careful positioning tossed aside because The Don thinks the stationery should sound tougher. Allies will cringe, adversaries will laugh, and historians will file this under “authoritarian cosplay.” But at least Donny gets what he wants: a name that matches his worldview—louder, meaner, and infinitely dumber.