I don't know HOW you couldn't absolutely love it, duder.

From the subtext it very much seems that RFK and O'Keefe are (somehow) well acquainted and share in a muted, sardonic sense of humor. Proof is in their short but knowing acknowledgment of each other to start the session, followed by the first dramatic flair of that engaging, mesmerizing background orchestral building and building, up to....

RFK Jr.'s funny little cell phone chiming off.

Love it. It shows how O'Keefe is JUST AMAZING in his ability to find the most important and dramatic moments and help them scale to a near fever pitch....

But also that he is never TOO FAR GONE with his own ego and grandeur, and has always remained willing to be funny in a self deprecating and demure way. The moment is never to big for him to take a second to poke fun at himself, lightening our burdens as viewers by giving a sarcastic wink and a nod when the piece comes in danger of becoming TOO self serious.

I am not sure how well they know one another, but there is a definite playfulness within both men that shines and is an incredibly winning trait to average folks like me.

Nonetheless, we all must recognize also that another bond shared by both of them is the sheer volume of slings, arrows and takedowns THEY BOTH HAVE ENDURED from [DS]. O'Keefe is one of or maybe THE ONLY journalist working today that has been a target of weaponized unelected beauracracy since he started, alone and penniless, yet determined to give us a chance to play witness to shocking corruptions and inexorable devious truths about our country and its governance.

In the same way, RFK Jr.'s happy childhood was invaded and eventually swallowed whole by the same unyielding darkness that tormented a young O'Keefe and attempted to force him into shutting down at every crucial turn. As I have heard some pundits remark, he does have looks that suggest he (RFK) has been to hell and back, all caused by that feral and uncontrolled Deep State that enacted endless tragedies and tortures on himself and all of his closest loved ones.

Like O'Keefe he is someone who they have made every attempt to silence or discredit as a raving lunatic, while he managed to push through a thousand dark and terrifying moments to speak out and tell of truths that sounded so ludicrous and completely off the grid at times when compared to the 'accepted mainstream norms' of our recent past, it's hard to believe he didn't wash away at the banks of his beloved Hudson for daring to do so.

It's almost as though two guys who used to be known for giving a great squeegee job to any windshield in 5PM Manhattan traffic ended up living long enough to see their scrawlings on the cardboard signs they wore become full throated mantras of a broad cross section of Americans, and they are tenderly smiling back at one another with the shared knowledge of each having taken a harder road, not as well travelled, and now being able to finally rejoice at the surplus of fruits they knew DEEP WITHIN THEMSELVES that path would yield them, if they could only maintain patience and rise above the stone throwing.

RFK in particular has made some claims so seemingly bizarre (,and yet...) they would've had him keel hauled only a short time previous to when he began espousing them. But now, when the collective has begun quietly acknowledging we are in the epicenter of Clown World, his words ring with a din of truth whose strength and accuracy has not yet been heard and he cannot help but to fascinate the increasingly awake members of our general populous.

Stick to thy guns is what I find to be the lesson here. God rewards those who do not waver when they speak what they know in their heart to be true.

I don't know you couldn't absolutely love it, duder.

From the subtext it very much seems that RFK and O'Keefe are (somehow) well acquainted and share in a muted, sardonic sense of humor. Proof is in their short but knowing acknowledgment of each other to start the session, followed by the first dramatic flair of that engaging, mesmerizing background orchestral building and building, up to....

RFK Jr.'s funny little cell phone chiming off.

Love it. It shows how O'Keefe is JUST AMAZING in his ability to find the most important and dramatic moments and help them scale to a near fever pitch....

But also that he is never TOO FAR GONE with his own ego and grandeur, and has always remained willing to be funny in a self deprecating and demure way. The moment is never to big for him to take a second to poke fun at himself, lightening our burdens as viewers by giving a sarcastic wink and a nod when the piece comes in danger of becoming TOO self serious.

I am not sure how well they know one another, but there is a definite playfulness within both men that shines and is an incredibly winning trait to average folks like me.

Nonetheless, we all must recognize also that another bond shared by both of them is the sheer volume of slings, arrows and takedowns THEY BOTH HAVE ENDURED from [DS]. O'Keefe is one of or maybe THE ONLY journalist working today that has been a target of weaponized unelected beauracracy since he started, alone and penniless, yet determined to give us a chance to play witness to shocking corruptions and inexorable devious truths about our country and its governance.

In the same way, RFK Jr.'s happy childhood was invaded and eventually swallowed whole by the same unyielding darkness that tormented a young O'Keefe and attempted to force him into shutting down at every crucial turn. As I have heard some pundits remark, he does have looks that suggest he (RFK) has been to hell and back, all caused by that feral and uncontrolled Deep State that enacted endless tragedies and tortures on himself and all of his closest loved ones.

Like O'Keefe he is someone who they have made every attempt to silence or discredit as a raving lunatic, while he managed to push through a thousand dark and terrifying moments to speak out and tell of truths that sounded so ludicrous and completely off the grid at times when compared to the 'accepted mainstream norms' of our recent past, it's hard to believe he didn't wash away at the banks of his beloved Hudson for daring to do so.

It's almost as though two guys who used to be known for giving a great squeegee job to any windshield in 5PM Manhattan traffic ended up living long enough to see their scrawlings on the cardboard signs they wore become full throated mantras of a broad cross section of Americans, and they are tenderly smiling back at one another with the shared knowledge of each having taken a harder road, not as well travelled, and now being able to finally rejoice at the surplus of fruits they knew DEEP WITHIN THEMSELVES that path would yield them, if they could only maintain patience and rise above the stone throwing.

RFK in particular has made some claims so seemingly bizarre (,and yet...) they would've had him keel hauled only a short time previous to when he began espousing them. But now, when the collective has begun quietly acknowledging we are in the epicenter of Clown World, his words ring with a din of truth whose strength and accuracy has not yet been heard and he cannot help but to fascinate the increasingly awake members of our general populous.

Stick to thy guns is what I find to be the lesson here. God rewards those who do not waver when they speak what they know in their heart to be true.