A River Runs Through It. RFK Jr., The Poet Laureate of Porn Makes His Literary Debut

Just Another Day In Trump World: All Cringe and Creeps.

Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the raspy-voiced, leather-backed health crank who somehow failed upward into the Cabinet, has given us many gifts during his improbable resurrection: conspiracy theories about vaccines, a dead bear in Central Park, a brain worm he discussed on camera with the casual air of someone mentioning a tennis injury. Heroin as a study aid. And the man who pushed his ex-wife to kill herself. It makes you beg the question: can this man get anymore cringe?

Yup.

You never know what in your life will stick like gum on a shoe - and with Bobby there is a lot of gum. But his biggist glob of Juicy Fruit just may be the series of text messages he allegedly sent to New York magazine’s Olivia Nuzzi—missives so catastrophically unsexy they should be studied in graduate programs as a cautionary tale about what happens when a 71-year-old man with a swollen ego and too much Androgel gets an iPhone.

The whole sordid mess has now been excavated by Ryan Lizza, Nuzzi’s former fiancé and a man …