Yet MORE damning evidence of Biden family corruption and now acid-tongued TV ... trends now
All politicians are liars, but doddering Dark Brandon is in a category all by himself.
The Big Guy has been living a big lie.
And now, as his huckster son's slimy partner in international grift has started singing like canary, it's harder for President Joe's exhausted minders to keep cleaning up on aisle jive.
Yes, it's long past time for us to ask: Who is the REAL Joe Biden?
The last stop for Hunter's prison-bound buddy before the Graybar hotel was a closed-door meeting with the House Oversight Committee last week.
Devon Archer squawked that Hunty's daddy called into his morally bankrupt child's con jobs – I mean, business meetings – at least 20 times to chat up the prospective suckers and discuss the weather.
Archer said that Joe's calls showed shady operators from Kyiv to Beijing that Hunter could reach out and touch the old man (eww!) any time of day or night.
But the Honorable Joseph R. Biden, Jr. promised that he never spoke to his son about business. What gives?
Could it be that mumbling Joe is not the selfless public servant, doting father, and child-nibbling granddad the mainstream media slobbers over?
President Biden has long cultivated an image of empathy because no matter what pain you're feeling God's cruel tricks have robbed him of more.
Tragedy first struck in December 1972 when Senator-Elect Biden's wife and baby daughter were killed in a car accident at what should've been one of the happiest moments of his life.
All politicians are liars, but doddering Dark Brandon is in a category all by himself. The Big Guy has been living a big lie.
And now, as his huckster son's slimy partner (above far left, Devon Archer) in international grift has started singing like canary, it's harder for President Joe's exhausted minders to keep cleaning up on aisle jive.
The deadly accident spared Joe's sons, brilliant Beau, who would go on to make his dad proud at every turn, and hapless Hunter, who would embarrass his dad in equal measure.
In the depths of his pain, he made the image of his suffering, hospitalized son, Beau the backdrop of his senatorial swearing-in ceremony.
It was the picture of a grieving father.
Fast-forward a few decades. Hunter, who claims he had his first glass of champagne at eight years old, somehow landed a plum job at a financial services giant in Delaware. That's the state where his father was senator. What a coincidence.
It was the start of something beautiful; if you think trading on access is beautiful.
Sweaty cretins always gravitate toward each other, so Hunter soon found a pack of pals in Archer, Chris Heinz (the stepson of private-plane-loving John Kerry) and others.
They were a ragtag bunch of fancy lads, who had connections and schemes, but best of all, access.
They would slither around D.C. and the globe cooking up pay-for-play rackets to separate oligarchs and commies from the spoils of authoritarianism, all the while introducing Dear Old Dad to power-hungry, leg-humpers.
Maybe Hunter needed to beef up his bonafides to legitimize appearances, so he joined the Navy Reserve in 2014, but he was quickly booted after dancing with the devil's dandruff. He'd have to sniff out dishonorable pursuits
