By Jeffrey Blehar
Saturday, May 24, 2025
Once upon a time, back in the hazy mists of July 2023,
before the 2024 presidential campaign got fully underway, my esteemed colleague
Charles C. W. Cooke wrote a column for National Review about how “Joe Biden Is
a Jerk” — actually, er, when you click through to the piece, Charlie tells you how he really feels:
President or not, Biden is a
decrepit, dishonest, unpleasant blowhard. He’s a nasty, corrupt, partisan
fraud. He is, as Shakespeare had it, “a most notable coward, an infinite and
endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality.”
Biden is twice as irritating as he believes himself to be, and half as
intelligent into the bargain. From the moment he arrived on the scene — nearly
50 years ago, Lord help us — he has represented all that is wrong with our
politics. A century hence, his name will be set into aspic and memorialized
under “Hack.”
It’s an excellent piece that resonates even more deeply
now — in retrospect, its only flaw is that he could have expanded upon it. To
support his argument, Charlie cited then-current reporting from Axios’s
Alex Thompson, who during those years undermined the myth of “avuncular Grandpa
Joe” with multiple stories about Biden’s visible mental and physical decline
that cut against the grain of complaisant silence from the media about the
issue. Uncoincidentally, Thompson happens to now be the coauthor of the most
talked-about political book of the moment.
I already wrote once about Original Sin — Thompson’s account,
with coauthor Jake Tapper, of the conspiracy to hide President Biden’s collapse
into helpless senescence — and largely as a critique of what it omits. (Namely,
the media’s role in acceding to this fraud.) But in that piece I also promised
a follow-up with my thoughts on its most interesting revelations, and I want to
give the book the credit it genuinely deserves: The book marshals an impressive
number of previously unheard stories about Biden’s downward slide and helps
contextualize the outrageously disturbing success of his “Politburo” in running
the presidency as a shadow government — until it all fell apart at the debate,
as it was inexorably destined to.
Something else emerges, however. The accumulation of
anecdotes over a steady chronological narrative is devastating, and at every
step of the way it is Joe Biden’s family itself that behaves the most
unforgivably — selfishly, foolishly, delusionally — of all. Sister Valerie and
daughter Ashley are largely absent from this narrative. (Brother James is
nowhere to be found either, which doesn’t make him any less ethically compromised.)
This is the story, first and foremost, of Hunter and Jill Biden. They weren’t
the ones making the policy decisions during the last four years (neither was
Joe, as it turns out) — but it was these two more than anyone else, as Biden’s
closest family advisers, who were the engine of Joe Biden’s continuing
fraud upon the American people. As those closest to him, they were the truly
necessary element to keep the imposture going for as long as it did.
You might wonder what more we could possibly learn about
Hunter Biden, at this late date, that would make us think less of him. This is
a man who already set new historic standards for personal dissolution and
depravity as a White House family member, after all, so much so that every
reader already knows about them. The crack addiction, the laptop, the
illegitimate child he refused to acknowledge, the gun charges, the Comfort
Inn-quality art — you have shaken your head to these stories for years now, and
you will get a fresh recounting of them in Original Sin.
But what you also get is, for the first time, some
wonderfully reported insight into just how stupid he also is. For those
who are familiar with the classic television comedy Arrested Development,
Hunter Biden can be explained as a drug-addicted version of G.O.B. Bluth: For
all the shameful and embarrassing things he has done, the genuine tragedy of
his life is his unwarranted belief in himself. One anecdote shall suffice:
Hunter’s big idea to help the family’s PR struggles was a “redemption tour” of
South Carolina black churches promoting his memoir Beautiful Things —
his not-at-all-condescending logic apparently being that black people
understand crack addicts in a way others generally don’t. (One easily imagines
him doing his appearances with a sass-talking
black puppet named “Franklin.”)
Hunter, as an arrogant, self-entitled screw-up, is
arguably a less complicated character than his stepmother. The portrait painted
of First Lady Jill Biden, rather, is somewhat sadder. She is portrayed as a
woman swallowed by her pretensions, someone who slowly fell in love with the
trappings and power of her position even as she believed it to be her mission
in life to both protect and validate her husband.
Once, according to Tapper and Thompson, she was a
reluctant political wife; something changed after 2016, and as Joe Biden’s
political aspirations revived, her bearing changed. After he took office, she
began speaking and thinking ever more grandiloquently. (Her insistence on being
referred to as “Dr. Biden” merits a chapter title.) She also insisted from the
start on putting her hand on the staffing rudder: With her universally despised
top aide Anthony Bernal, she would divide administration employees into “Biden
people” or “not” and freeze them out of access to the president accordingly.
Tapper and Thompson describe her “as one of the most powerful First Ladies in
history,” in recognition not just of her deep influence on Joe Biden’s
political strategy but her determination to use it. (“When the issue was
Biden’s age and ability, you’d better not bring it up in front of Dr. B.”)
We instinctively understand most political families to be
innocent bystanders to even a president’s career. Whatever your opinions of
Laura Bush, Michelle Obama, Melania Trump, or their (at the time) young
children, all sane people understand presidential spouses and kids to be
off-limits as non-political figures. The issue with the Biden family is how
they were very political figures and (dys-)functioned as a collective,
self-reinforcing unit, each of them propping the other up in recognition of
mutual weakness. (Here’s to teamwork!) Original Sin is especially eloquent on this front, explaining how the
defensive Biden family posture — including a quasi-superstitious refusal to
speak ugly truths aloud — created such a fixed dynamic of stubborn, mindless
denial within the circle of trust. Somewhere in the book a family friend
describes their “greatest strength” as “living in their own reality.” Remember,
this was meant to be a compliment. It clearly reads otherwise.
At one point near the end of Original Sin, as the
world is reacting to the disaster of the June 2024 debate, David Axelrod offers
this thought about how the Biden family failed the president: “They did such a
disservice to Joe Biden and to the country . . . I don’t understand how you
could see him in the condition he’s in and think, Yeah you oughta go [run
for president again]. To do that to someone you love?” I have no doubt that
Hunter and Jill Biden both love Joe Biden, but they also manifestly love
themselves, their comforts, and their myth of an indomitable Biden family. And
they fell in love with that world, even though it was a fantasy. In the end,
they lacked the ability to “create their own reality.” (A man’s got to know his
limitations, and none of them did.) I would consider their fatal self-regard
tragic were it not shared — indeed inspired — by Joe Biden himself. Instead, it
remains contemptible.
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