Have you heard the one about the severed whale head?!

This courtesy of Robert Kennedy, Jr., the Jeffrey Dahmer of the animal kingdom.

I noticed his weirdness years ago when I served my time with the Kennedys.

We all should be familiar with the bear burial in Central Park, the worm resting comfortably in Bobby’s brain as well as his snacking on a barbecued dog carcass and don’t forget his vaccine conspiracy theories.

His daughter, Kick, enlightened the world about his whale head abduction.

Apparently, when Kick was six her dad heard about a dead whale that had washed up near the Kennedy compound on Cape Cod.

RFK Jr. scampered down to the shore with a chainsaw to saw off the whale’s head and affix it to the roof of the family minivan. He then drove his two children and the whale head to their home in Mount Kisco, New York, a five-hour drive during which Kick says rancid smelling whale juice would pour into the windows of the car anytime they sped up.

When I was in residence with the Kennedy’s, Bobby had moved on and out yet he participated in knock down phone battles with his mother, Mrs. Robert Kennedy, on a regular basis.

When he showed up at the Compound madness ensued so none of his antics surprise me.

It’s just a shame that what appeared to be a dedicated environmentalist has lost his head.

I cannot imagine that. any member of the Kennedy clan can process that RFK, Jr. has gone to the Orange side.

What a Moby Dickhead.