Sia: This is wicked scary what he's doing to this country!

My personal experience with Ketamine is that a dentist gave it to me when I was 14 years old and had an abscessed tooth that had to come out. It was a terrifying experience for me.

I remember the ketamine hallucinations to this day! I was trapped by a monster in a tiny coffin-like cage where it was poking my mouth and yanking teeth out while i was wide awake. He let me out and told me that if I could get through his maze alive that he'd let me go home. I went for it and slid through horrific tunnels and side tunnels with electric eels, spiders, monsters of every stripe, fire and burning coals to walk through barefoot, torture chambers where creatures cut and burned me mercilessly, and more, then exited through some kind of giant, spinning dryer full of dead bodies and clothes tangling me up as I fought to get out, hysterically screaming!

My Mum was cradling me in the recovery room as I screamed and punched at the air trying to escape the torture chambers. My eyes were open the whole time she said, but I wasnt seeing reality.

When I finally woke up, I realized that I wasnt in a giant dryer, but on a hard wooden bench that I'd fallen or thrown myself off of multiple times, bruising every square inch of me and also bruising my Mum who was trying to keep me from hurting myself.

I was still terrified and crying as she tried to comfort me. I'll never forget the colorful poster ad for the Ketamine on the wall in there.

My Dad was so furious that my then dentist gave me that drug, and apparently too much for my small size, that he called his lawyer to do something about what was obviously malpractice.

When it was all said and done, the court ruled that my Mum had signed permission for it even though she'd never been told of the potential side effects of it or that it was no longer standard practice to use, especially on minors. However, his license to administer anesthesia drugs WAS suspended for an obvious overdose, rendering him unable to even use novacaine, so he had to shut down. He was incredibly irresponsible! I don't think he got jail time, but his career was ruined.

So, I know just how dangerous ketamine is!

Since RFK, Jr apparently took and currently takes it, he has to GO! His brain worm thing was bad enough, but he regularly takes special K, he's too far gone to be in charge of anything!

EDITED: it wasn't illegal, only the blatant overdose was. It was incompetence! He never bothered to match height/weight/age to the dosage he used and since it was done in his office, he couldn't use regular anesthesia.

RFKETAMINE, JR.

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Ketamine is a dissociative anesthetic — the same drug used in surgical settings and, more recently, in supervised clinical protocols for treatment-resistant depression.

Used correctly, under medical supervision, it does real good. Used recreationally, outside that supervision, it does something else entirely. At higher doses it produces what users call a "K-hole" — a state of total dissociation from your own body, where you can lose the ability to move, speak, or track where you are in space or time. It impairs coordination and judgment badly enough that most of the real-world danger comes not from the drug directly but from what happens while you're on it — falls, drowning, choking, wandering into traffic, all the ordinary hazards of a body no longer under its owner's control.

Heavy, sustained use is also linked to a specific and ugly form of chronic damage: "ketamine bladder," a condition that can cause permanent urinary tract injury. It is not a party favor. It is a drug that, misused, can quietly wreck a person's body while telling them they've never felt more free.

Ketamine is the drug — among others — that aides reportedly suspected Robert F. Kennedy Jr. of using while running the Department of Health and Human Services

Kennedy has an acknowledged history of addiction — decades of it, by his own telling, and he’s never been shy about sharing details. He once told a podcast audience he used to snort cocaine off toilet seats, offered as proof that a virus couldn’t scare a man who’d survived worse. That’s the version of the story he wants told: past tense, hard-won, a credential earned through recovery.

Contemporary allegations involving psychedelics, DMT, ketamine, and other substances have become serious enough that Senator Ron Wyden sent a formal letter demanding answers, and Kennedy has yet to give a straight one. The past-tense story and the present-tense questions do not belong in the same sentence, and he’s the one who put them there.

Meanwhile, the man at the center of those unanswered questions has spent his tenure ripping through the institutions responsible for American public health. Vaccine advisory structures were dismantled and rebuilt in his own image. Thousands of federal health employees disappeared. Experienced scientists and regulators walked out the door. The FDA hemorrhaged expertise. CDC leadership descended into chaos. Vaccine policy became a political demolition derby, run by a man whose own sobriety is currently a subject of Senate correspondence.

And measles came back. Measles. Not as a rhetorical flourish — as a body count of cases the CDC itself confirmed: over 2,300 this year, the worst toll since the disease was declared eliminated, worse than last year’s record, worse than the last 25 years combined. A disease modern public health had beaten so thoroughly that most Americans under fifty knew it primarily as something their grandmother mentioned between stories about rotary telephones and milk delivered by a man named Earl has looked at 2026 and decided the market conditions were favorable.

Kennedy runs HHS while a preventable childhood illness dusts off its tour merchandise and checks Ticketmaster for available dates, and children are being hospitalized with pneumonia and brain swelling for it.

Drug test RFK, Jr.

If the man running HHS wants Americans to trust his judgment about medicine, pharmaceuticals, vaccines, addiction, mental health, and federal health policy while a United States Senator is on the record asking whether he’s currently using Schedule I drugs, then handing him a specimen cup should not require the fucking Magna Carta.

He’s already told the country, unprompted and with some pride, that he isn’t afraid of what his own body might reveal.

Let’s see if that’s still true.

Subscribing to a newsletter feels like a small, unglamorous thing to do while a man who once snorted cocaine off toilet seats runs the agency in charge of your children’s vaccines. It won’t get him drug tested. It won’t un-fire a single CDC scientist or put the hepatitis B birth dose back. But it does help keep additional sets of eyes on him that aren’t paid by an advertiser and aren’t going anywhere when the outrage cycle moves on to whatever comes next, which, at this administration’s pace, will probably be in the next couple of hours .