RFK Jr. says he’s seen ‘boxes and boxes’ of McDonald’s on Trump plane

There is something beautifully absurd about the idea that the protector of human health is revealing the Commander-in-Chief subsists on a diet engineered by chemists, not chefs. In another age, we imagined presidents pondering the secrets of the atom in their cabin; now we learn they ponder the SECRET MENU. RFK’s tale — that Trump eats fast food to avoid being poisoned — is a genre of cosmic fear that Lewis Carroll would smile at. Any courtier could slip a needle into a lobster Thermidor, but breaking into a sealed McRib? That’s a logistics nightmare. This is anxiety turned into a fast-food buffet of practicality. But consider the physics. A Boeing 747, 4:30 AM, oxygen pressure at 8,000 feet, placing a fresh, hot, fries and a Big Mac. It's not just culinary satisfaction, it's a system of trust. Your security apparatus offers only one guarantee of safety. The deeper head-scratching is that a health secretary is pointing this out while sitting in the HHS, making a case that the president's body is a temple perhaps paved in sesame seeds. Does this undermine public health advice or, gloriously, enshrine it? There is a strange logic, a “keep your friends close and your golden arches closer” kind of way that the man turning regulatory policy mirrors why people undertake a pandemic comfort meal. The Big Takeaway — When we peel away the metaphor, the substance is this: the presidency is a bizarre, tense, cognitive arena where even a burger is security policy. The CIA may have secrets, but they are less of you are subtly, and now. The bigger belief: to be king is to have a paranoid's patience, but to find peace in a repurposed meat, as artificial pumpkin spice spills onto the runway, is to prove that powerlessness of our stomachs. Read more at The Hill.