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   Watching Robert F. Kennedy and Kid Rock work out together is a great way to   
   feel sick   
      
   Feb. 19, 2026   
      
   Is Robert F. Kennedy Jr. the strangest person alive?   
   Shia LaBeouf may get some votes after his arrest this week when Mardi Gras   
   festivities turned into fisticuffs. Then there's the author who lives like   
   it's the Victorian Era, replete with a 19th century bicycle, hand-sewn   
   garments and gas lanterns. Need to microwave a Pizza Pocket? Don't go to   
   her house unless you want to be called a gongoozler.   
   There are men who identify as dogs and women who can see into the future.   
   But none of these people are as strange as RFK Jr.   
   He is America's Secretary of Health and Human Services, which is as   
   incongruous as referring to Sydney Sweeney as America's Secretary of Modest   
   Attire. RFK was back in the news this week and not for another measles   
   outbreak.   
   The Kennedy least liked by other Kennedys joined sweaty forces with Kid   
   Rock, a singing MAGA hothead who looks like he's trying to pull a 3 Card   
   Monte trick on gullible rubes outside a carnival.   
   The two released a short video: "Rock Out Work Out. "   
   Part PSA, part low-budget hair metal tribute, we get 90 seconds of Kiddie   
   and Bobby doing leg presses and sit-ups. They cycle stationary air bikes   
   inside a sauna, which does not seem wise. The only dialogue is when Kennedy   
   asks, "Where's Kid? "   
   Kid is frolicking in a grotto that may contain chlorine and venereal   
   microbes.   
   The soundtrack is Mr. Rock's "Bawitdaba, " a jolt of sonic pollution that   
   will inspire you to pump iron with a cyanide capsule tucked under your   
   tongue. Given the flash cuts, slow motion, fast motion and patriotic   
   iconography — bald eagles, Stars-and-Stripes, fighter jets, flames — a   
   better score would be "Flight of the Bumblebee. "   
   Oh, and RFK still works out shirtless with his legs encased in slim-fit   
   denim.   
   This video is a great way to feel sick.   
   Encouraging health and exercise is never a bad idea. But at what point does   
   the message get denuded by the oddities of the messenger?   
   To be fair, Kennedy is 72 and has the physique of a collegiate athlete. If   
   I had his torso, I'd go to Canadian Tire bare-chested. But when I see him   
   yanking on a cable machine or doing incline crunches, all I see is a guy   
   who claims he can detect mitochondrial snafus just by glancing at kids in   
   airports. I see a guy who talks about vaccines with grave skepticism about   
   safety and efficacy, as if babies are getting jabbed with radioactive   
   Mountain Dew.   
   Should the leader atop the world's largest health agency telegraph the   
   medical bona fides of Dr. Elmer Hartman? And I'm giving RFK a pass on doing   
   a cold plunge in his snug jeans. After sexting infidelities came to light,   
   it's possible wife Cheryl Hines issued a marital decree: "Keep your pants   
   on at all times! "   
   Would you trust Marjorie Michel, Canada's Minister of Health, if you caught   
   her hitting a bong in a Wendy's parking lot? Meanwhile, RFK recently said   
   he's not scared of germs because he used to snort cocaine off toilet seats.   
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   You don't pick a financial planner because he can deadlift his body weight.   
   Among many substantial reasons, RFK's weirdness alone should be   
   disqualifying.   
   Imagine if your doctor said or did the things this guy says and does. You   
   go to the beach and your doctor is taking a chainsaw to the head of a dead   
   whale before securing it to the roof of his car with bungee cords. You go   
   for a walk and your doctor is bobbing in creek of raw sewage. You tell your   
   doctor you may have Ebola and he advises jumping jacks and whole milk.   
   I'm all ears if Kennedy wants to have a debate about the COVID vaccines,   
   good and bad, to serve as a learning post-mortem for the next pandemic. But   
   if he wants to blow a dog whistle for anti-vaxxers when vaccines have saved   
   an estimated 150 million lives in the past 50 years, this is me covering my   
   ears and stocking up on Cheez Whiz.   
   Public health relies on trust. It once valued data over vibes.   
   Kennedy wants to be taken seriously as an authoritarian voice on health and   
   medicine. But on his watch, America is backsliding toward medieval   
   superstition. It's only a matter of time until trepanation and bloodletting   
   return.   
   Public health is more than CrossFit or the carnivore diet. Is Kid Rock the   
   best ambassador for epidemiology? Really? A guy who opens fire on cans of   
   Bud Light and shouts "USA! " at strangers? A guy who spikes his whole milk   
   with Jim Beam?   
   This video is laughable. The danger is that laughable often get mistaken   
   today for anti-establishment heroism. But between the brain worm and the   
   bear cub head, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is too strange to be taken seriously.   
   Secretary, heal thyself.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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