Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has been attempting to be a chaos agent for the Democratic Party, making an attempt to peel away potential Biden voters with conspiracy idea nonsense that makes him sound extra Republican. However on Tuesday, the chaos got here to him by means of some “loud, extended” farting.
As per Page Six, a press dinner held on New York’s Higher East Aspect that was meant to spice up RFK Jr.’s presidential marketing campaign went sideways when two attendees acquired right into a nasty screaming match over local weather change (curiously one of many topics about which Kennedy doesn’t maintain a wacko opinion). After somebody requested Kennedy a query concerning the difficulty, the evening’s host, gossip-columnist-turned-flak Doug Dechert, who was “apparently drunk,” screamed on the high of his lungs, “The local weather hoax!”
Dechert’s outburst enraged octogenarian artwork critic Anthony Haden-Visitor, who Web page Six claims “appeared to have been sleeping fortunately for many of the dinner.” Evidently awoken by the shouting, Haden-Visitor “instantly opened his eyes” and referred to as Dechert, apparently a longtime pal, a “depressing slob.” He additionally advised him to close up.
Dechert didn’t, persevering with to rail loudly in opposition to the local weather change “rip-off.” All of the whereas, Haden-Visitor referred to as him issues like “f*cking insane” and “insignificant.”
Finally Dechert occurred upon a brand new tack: He let an enormous one rip, all whereas yelling “I’m farting!”
All of the whereas Kennedy watched on with a “regular composure.”
One other attendee, which included tried to steer the dialog elsewhere, mentioning his assassinated father. However the topic then improbably returned to local weather change, prompting nonetheless extra yelling.
Reached for remark the following day, Dechert advised Web page Six, “I apologize for utilizing my flatulence as a medium of public commentary in your presence.” He additionally requested them to confer with him as a “gallivanting boulevardier” or a “beer-fueled intercourse rocket.”