We let our authors write about whatever they want—almost anything—because we know the readers will tell them what they think. Two recent examples include a trial balloon suggesting Tulsi Gabbard as Trump’s VP and, a few months prior, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. for the same job. Both are too liberal in too many other ways, so it’s a big no for me.
But the Federal Government is a big place, and while a heartbeat away is a no-go, what about something with a bit more distance?
RFK+HHS= …
A notion crept into my noggin the other day while I was walking the Labrador. We do that daily, and while I can usually predict what is going through his head, what pops into mine is more of a mystery that sometimes finds its way here. Who might be Donald Trump’s likely VP candidate (for real, not the click-bait headlines we keep getting)? And hey, he’ll need to replace everyone, so what might that look like?
I’ve not thought deeply about all of that and likely won’t, but given the nightmare that was public health in recent years and how easy (and enjoyable) it is to trigger the proglodytes, what might be the best thing I could imagine happening?
Yes, proglodytes. You know who I mean.
Trump wins by some numerically impossible sum that the uniparty cannot overcome. Sorry. Dream sequence. Soft Focus. Soft music (Harps, perhaps). Trump wins by some numerically impossible sum that the uniparty cannot overcome. We survive the months of domestic terrorism that follow (proglodytes!). All the election denying from the left (they do that a lot more than they’ll admit). And prevent whoever is running what’s left of the Biden administration from doing that of which they again accused Trump—starting a nuclear war, for example, or an actual insurrection (see reference to domestic terrorism raised by foreign terrorists Biden let with the third-world Biden Miles club – great rates on food and lodging!).
They prevent the bombing of the inauguration and multiple assassination attempts, and Trump gets to Day One.
Or, he just gets to day one and says, you’re all fired.
Wouldn’t it be the best thing ever if he nominated Robert F. Kennedy Jr. to be his Secretary of Health and Human Services? I realize that Kennedy’s ascension to the gig would be another hurdle (similar to the one just described), but this is a dream sequence, so go with it. The smoke clears. He gets the job, and Trump says, welcome to the team, no go clean that shit up.
Would anyone object to that, assuming we woke up and it actually happened?
Might RFK consider dropping his Indy bid if Trump sat him down and told him he’d do that if he helped him get elected? Free reign with, at best, tiny guardrails and a few suggestions of his own (no mandates, protect children, etc).
What does that promise do for people still leery of The Donald’s Warp Speed braggadocio?
And what does Bobby do, then, in the wake of our surreal but sweet-tasting victory (after fumigating Levine’s essence from his new office)?