The Senate Circus: RFK Jr. vs. Rachel Levine – You Can’t Make This Sh*t Up!

Gather ‘round, folks, and lend me your ear,
For a tale so absurd, it'll bring you to tears.
In the halls of the Senate, the clowns took their seats,
To judge a man’s fitness—oh, what a treat!

Enter RFK Jr., fit and aware,
A man who breathes clean, eats food that is fair.
He warns of corruption, Big Pharma’s great sin,
But the Democrats scoff—“We just can’t let him in!”

“You’re dangerous, Bobby! You question too much!
You talk about health? That’s just out of touch!
You say food should be clean, exercise should be key?
Nah, let’s stick to our plan—more pills, more fees!”

But wait just a second, let’s hit rewind,
To a past confirmation—one of a kind.
A man in a dress, obese and unwell,
Yet Democrats cheered, “Oh Rachel, do tell!”

Rachel Levine, with lipstick in tow,
A health czar, they claimed—what a joke, what a show!
Advocating jabs, hormone shots for the young,
While gasping for breath with each note that was sung.

No diet, no fitness, just meds on demand,
And Senate Dems? They all clapped on command!
No questions, no pushback, no raised eyebrows,
Just mindless approval—and here we are now.

But RFK Jr.? The horror, the dread!
He talks about toxins? He must be misled!
He wants Americans healthy, their minds sharp and clear?
“No way! Get this guy the hell outta here!”

So tell me, dear voter, how much will it take,
To see through this nonsense, this obvious fake?
They let Rachel Levine waddle right through,
But RFK? They’re clutching their pearls—oh, the view!

A circus, a joke, a tale for the ages,
Of clowns in the Senate and scripted outrages.
So next time they claim they care for your health,
Just remember who they put in charge of yourself!