Cheryl Hines Wants Secret Service Protection for RFK, Jr.!

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Actor Cheryl Hines, pictured above giving a sloppy knob job to JFK's ghost - watch out for that ecto-jism, girl! - is steaming mad that her husband and Democratic Presidential candidate, Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., doesn't have Secret Service protection. You know RFK, Jr., right? He's the Kennedy spawn who thinks Covid vaccines contain itty-bitty microchips used to control people; who believes school shootings are solely caused by anti-depressants; and who's convinced that transgenderism is caused by chemical herbicides. Yikes! Stay away from that salad nicoise, Cheryl!

So, sure, Secret Service protection is required, even though RFK Jr.'s campaign for President has yet to be acknowledged by the DNC. This isn't stopping Cheryl, a Miami native who started her career in TV's "Swamp Thing," from loudly demanding that her hubs be taken seriously. She's even appealed to President Biden, who I'm absolutely sure has received the memo. And in the immortal words of Roz, I'll bet he knows just where to stick it. 

As for RFK, Jr., pictured above just seconds before he was jumped by a flag and punched in the tits, is, as you may know, The Stupido's Trump. "Can such a thing truly exist?" you innocently ask. Yes, my chickens, it can. Plus, RFK, Jr. has found the perfect spouse in Cheryl, who only lightly poo-poo'd his statement that people were worse off than Anne Frank during the Covid lockdown. But otherwise, she's all in! The couple got married at the Kennedy compound in Massachusetts and they're all buddy-buddy with the starry likes of Elon Musk, Joe Rogan and Jordan Peterson. So, yes, The Stupido's Trump. It does exist! We live in dazzling times. 


Cheryl, seen above doing swap-spit duty in hopes of capping her career with a role as First Lady, was once regarded with good cheer given her role as Larry David's wife in "Curb Your Enthusiasm." But what can be said about a gal who's now as eagerly antivaxx as her husband, and whom he's stated is "integral" to his success. Which I'm sure she is. Many can relate to her. She's a tough-nut uber Karen, the kind with a fierce mommy blog who's "just asking questions," as she's said, about established science with respect to Covid and transgender people. But let's look on the bright side! I, for one, am glad that Cheryl and RFK, Jr. have managed to avoid all those pesky chemical herbicidal apples which cause one to become transgender. President Roberta and First Gentleman Chester (Chet? Champ? Chico?) is not something anyone wants. 

Photo Credits: National Enquirer, Getty Images, Kenny Holston for The New York Times

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