Mediaite reports that . . . well, just read it yourself:
At least three women are claiming to have had romantic relationships with Robert F. Kennedy Jr. in just the last year, as he pursued a long-shot bid for the presidency, Mediaite has learned.
People close to Kennedy now fear the revelation of those alleged relationships could jeopardize his standing in Donald Trump’s orbit, particularly as the former president and 2024 Republican nominee fights to win over suburban women. . . .
A Kennedy spokesperson denied in a statement to Mediaite that he has had any romantic relationships outside of his marriage to actress Cheryl Hines: “This story is untrue. Mr Kennedy has had no romantic relationships with any woman other than his wife since their marriage.”
Wait, tales of philandering and womanizing are going to hurt Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s standing in Trump’s orbit? That’s going to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back?
Not the baby-bear-carcass-dumping story? Not the whale-decapitation story? Not the brain worm? (Why is Robert F. Kennedy Jr.’s life a cross between Twin Peaks and Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom?)
First, are we talking about the same Donald Trump?
Second, ladies, . . . why are so many of you swooning over RFK Jr.?
Is it something that automatically happens with any male in the Kennedy family? The thought of that voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear?
The pulse-pounding risky thrill of being with a guy who hasn’t had all of his shots?