Robert F. Kennedy Jr. is not a public servant. He is not a statesman. He is a dangerous sideshow act—an ignorant sadist who mistakes cruelty for clarity and disinformation for debate. His latest performance, blaming antidepressants for mass shootings, is not just reckless—it is sadistic theater, performed at the expense of grieving families, vulnerable patients, and the truth.

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Here is a man who stares into a camera with the cracked-marble face of a failed prophet and bellows nonsense, as if volume could transform idiocy into evidence. His face is the mask of America’s decay—twisted, furious, desperate to be heard, a warning carved in flesh of what happens when cruelty is given a microphone. He is a man who wants you to believe that the pills prescribed to save lives, to keep teenagers from swallowing the bottle of vodka and stepping off the ledge, are the real weapons of mass destruction—not the AR-15s marketed like toys to the angry and unhinged.

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It is an obscenity. It is victim-blaming dressed up in pseudoscience, and it reeks of the same cowardice that has paralyzed this nation into normalizing slaughter. To claim that “antidepressants kill kids, not guns” is the rhetoric of a monster who would rather watch children die in classrooms than challenge the golden idol of the gun lobby.

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Let’s call this what it is: cruelty. Not accident. Not ignorance alone. Cruelty. Because Kennedy knows the cameras are on. He knows the families are listening. And he chooses, deliberately, to spit his poison anyway.