Disgusting RFK Jr. and the "Real Food" Lie!

 

So I am sorry I ended up using the cheap and nasty Paint program to add onto this absolutely funny 'Cokeback Mountain' cartoon. I despise RFK Jr. with everything within me.

Why? This commercial he did for the MAHA movement as broken down by Dr. Zachary Rubin. Take a quick gander at it, I'll wait.

*Jeopardy theme song  plays* 

As some of you know I tend to already eat the way RFK Jr. is claiming here. No #2 red dye balls going into this mouth. I eat organic real food because it provokes the food allergy aspect of my systemic mastocytosis to eat processed foods with tons of preservatives. Here's the rub, the lie in the weeds of this shifty ad -- eating real whole foods does not prevent or cure mastocytosis. The thinking now is that it may well be genetic! Those Hopkins professors I was talking to last week almost said as much after we went over a detailed family history. They want me to get a genetic mastocytosis test done. I am going to! I suspect being raised in the shadow of the world's biggest oil refinery (at that time!) also played a part. Not food.

In the meantime since Sahara dust is here in the midst of 'dry' season here I am suffering greatly. Summoning up just about enough energy to crawl from bed to sofa to computer chair and back to bed. Real foods consumed have no real affect on this codswallop except it protects me against even more reactions. No way am I well enough for exercise either, wearing jeans or not.

I feel like flipping birds and throwing hands at an extremely foolish and lying RFK Jr. I cannot wait until this administration is on trial in The Hague for crimes against humanity. I'm just trying to live and instead of having to fend off the essential oil only folks, the drink your pee folks, the yoga cures everything folks, you just need sound bathing folks, you need macrobiotics folks, just ignore your symptoms because to confess them is to give Satan glory folks I now have to fend off the silly MAHA folks. Jesus wept.

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