Did the snakes end up in RFK’s freezer?
I think it’s absolutely safe to bet cash that RFK Jr. at least hoped to eat the snakes.
You just know he thought about it.
Yeah. No doubt there’s some specialized term in abnormal psychology for an obsession with animals—ingesting them, tinkering with their bodies, etc.
Whatever it is: he’s got it.
So you’re saying the guy with worms on his brain has worms on his brain?
While Zoophilia generally refers to sexual obsession with animals, can we really say that RFK’s obsession isn’t sexual?
I do not think we can really say that.
(In a world that has produced dozens of books on Junior’s father and uncle, surely there will wind up being at least ONE dozen on his own peculiar history and makeup…)
It’s called Renfield Syndrome.
I know you’re kidding, but I propose we name it “RFK is Fucking Loonie Syndrome.”
Yes, with embedded profanity. FTW!
“Renfield” and “Fucking Loonie” both seem wholly appropriate for this guy.
Just a reminder of his qualifications:
Yes, the only reason we know there’s a dead worm in RFK Jr.'s brain is that HE revealed it. (As a means of making sure his soon-to-be ex-wife got no alimony.)
Whadda guy.
Yep, and he provided zero evidence that it was true. He made it all up. Same with his claim that he was poisoned from eating too much tuna (several times a week, I think?) and would be unable to earn money.
Brain damaged from too much drug use seems way more plausible. They are not mutually exclusive, of course.
I’m just going with self-serving pathological liar, combined with a family name that gives him a degree of gravitas.