As addiction memoirs unfold, Hunter Biden’s “Beautiful Things” are striking in one big sense: just as bad as he encounters, it is his father, President Biden, whose character gets a hit. The Joe Biden depicted here is an absent father, a distant parent who could not or would not open up emotionally.
Hunter Biden, now 51 and reinventing himself as a writer, artist and addicted addict, is definitely saving himself. Sure, there are pages upon pages of Hunter cracking and driving through rehab, but the really interesting things are what he laid out or omitted altogether – worth revisiting here, not least because the national media clichéed redemption upload. narrative without, as President Biden’s friend and former boss Barack Obama would say, “looking under the hood and kicking the tires.”
It is clear and understandable that Hunter Biden is a mess. But he is also a terrible human being. Both things can be true at the same time.
That said, Hunter lifts the hood just enough to make the reader wonder: Where’s Joe? Where is he as his two little boys, 3-year-old Beau and 2-year-old Hunter, from the car accident that killed their mother and 13-month-old sister?
It is a portrayal that is very much in conflict with Brand Biden: Joe, the grandfather, who is so painfully familiar with loss and grief that his empathy is boundless, enough to soothe and unite a traumatized nation.
Yet, as Hunter writes, in the immediate aftermath of the crash, his father chose not to walk away from his newly-desired U.S. Senate seat or even take a breather to care for his wounded and traumatized toddlers. Instead, Joe Biden made the press swear out of the hospital’s room, an image that remains incredibly his political calling card.
“The aftermath of the crash affected the entire state,” Hunter wrote. ‘Republican, Democrat – it did not matter. The residents of Delaware put up with their grief and their hopes of a young young widower suddenly left with two toddlers. ”
The subtext is clear: if only Hunter felt that he could also place his sadness and hope with his father.
The big question that prevails over this book is: Why? Why now? Why does this book exist? Is Hunter so broken (probably, as we shall see) that he has taken a pure money grab? Is it an attempt to clear his name of accusations of influence-hawking, pay-to-play, or the federal investigation into his taxes and possible money laundering? An attempt, consciously or not, to kill the father in whose shadow he lives – the father who clearly favored Beau?
It can only be all three.
One pure line: Hunter’s brother, Beau, who died of a brain tumor in 2015 at the age of 46, was the love in Hunter’s life.
“Beau was a loose star to me,” Hunter writes.
“We were inseparable, to which a single monk often referred: BeauAndHunt.”
The two are connected as sole survivors of the horrific car accident, and thereafter as brothers without a mother or, really, their father.
Here we learn for the first time about the people who really raised Beau and Hunter: Joe’s sister, Val, and his brother Jim, who moved into their home in Delaware so Joe could focus on his career.
“Our mum” the boys still call their biological mother as adults. Hunter calls her that here. And while Hunter claims that he and Beau also considered Joe’s second wife, Jill, as their mother, a text exchange on Hunter’s laptop contradicts the happy ending.
Discussing his romantic problems, Hunter’s therapist sent an SMS: “You avoid the elect because you were not the elect, through your stepmother.”
While their father took them to campaign days or blunt speeches or brought them to Capitol Hill for campaign days, it was’ from the moment we left the hospital ‘, Hunter writes, that’ we are the father of our father – Aunt Val, had to move in. and not only take care of our immediate daily needs, but also be as warm and tender and emotional as a mother figure can be. ”
What is not in the book is all a matter of public record. He traded in his father’s name for high-paying performances in Ukraine and China, which barely qualified, and – read between the lines of this book – barely work or functionally because of his binges.
There is no clearer recent example of left-wing media prejudice than the glow bestowed on Hunter Biden, whose only sin is an addict.
Why are so many prominent reporters and columnists covering this memoir – those who boast of always being right-thinking and alert – avoiding asking this hard, obvious question: How many black or Spanish crack addicts do you know who have never had time? not? Who got a mortgage for a $ 1.6 million home, like Hunter did in 2006, without money off?
Who has been appointed to the board of Amtrak or has achieved conservative concerts for international companies with a very high paying price while celebrating high tide? Given passes for cheating on their wives with strippers, hookers or their wife’s deceased brother? While knocking a stripper to the side?
And then being rewarded with a rumor of a $ 2 million book deal?
There are many additions in this book: pages on the socio-economic history of Delaware, on how, where and with whom Hunter cracked smoke (as boring as it sounds), a dull and exceptional 17-page chapter on what he did says he did earn $ 50,000 a month from Burisma.
“Make sure,” Hunter tells us, “Burisma has further applied ethical corporate practices.”
Oh, yeah: when it comes to ethics, Hunter Biden is clearly your guy.
“I’m leaving you because you’ve been in a relationship and you’ve been emotionally abusive,” Hunter’s wife, Kathleen, emailed him in July 2016, months before Hunter claimed they were officially divorced. Hunter and Beau’s widow, Hallie Biden, only became known in March 2017, after Page Six broke the story.
Hunter claimed a deep and deep bond with Hallie over Beau’s death. It seems that it was not so poetic.
“You say you were amazed at my separation and needed time to process it,” Kathleen wrote. ‘I was surprised when I got your bottles of Viagra and Cialis. I was surprised when I found purchases of airline and jewelry purchases. ”
Kathleen, the mother of their three daughters, accused Hunter in her divorce suit of blowing up the family’s money on chickens, strippers and drugs. She said he maximized the family’s credit cards, owed more than $ 300,000 in taxes and moved $ 122,179 from a joint account into his own.
Kathleen also discovered that Hunter was in possession of a $ 80,000 diamond ring – which Hunter later donated to The New Yorker by a Chinese tycoon. Nothing to see here, totally cool.
Hunter Biden is also under investigation for its business transactions in China.
How is none of this in Hunter Biden’s memoirs? If Simon & Schuster really paid Hunter seven figures for this book, you would think they would claim their money’s worth.
It’s getting better. Hunter, after begging his father to issue a statement of support, moves in with Hallie and begins parenting the two children she shared with Beau.
He then, at the same time, according to the messages found on the laptop, left at a repair shop, apparently linked to Hallie’s married sister Elizabeth.
‘We have to shower together [FaceTime] every morning or night, ”sms Hunter to Elizabeth. “I’ll teach you how to masturbate.”
A text from Hunter to Hallie in November 2017: “By the way, I’m going to have 5 strippers naked and tonight admire my dk back to my hotel, and I’ll smoke crack and drink enough to kill and [sic] elephant and put your children robbed over the phone and wake them up and assure them that your [sic] not as bad as you look. ”
On Hunter’s laptop, a 2018 Hunter and Elizabeth lease was also found to rent a three-bedroom townhouse in Delaware.
It was two years after a text in which Elizabeth told Hunter she and her sister Hallie are always ‘100% with you !!!’
The dynamics of this relationship are unclear. Did Hallie know? Was there an unspoken agreement? Or something darker?
“They lived in Beau’s old house, and it’s just become a party house,” a source told the Daily Mail. ‘Of course they were just partying 24/7. They would sit almost like crackheads on the patio. ‘
I decided I was not going to hide who I was anymore. Do you want to know about my life? Here are the bloody details. F – k dit. ”
Hunter Biden, in his family members memorial book, about his scandalous sit-down with The New Yorker
In the midst of this entanglement, Hunter has sex with a stripper. She only appears at the end of the book, and the writing is reptile in the cold: ‘The other women I’ve been with during my hooliganism since my divorce were hardly the dating type’ – unlike Hunter, the man you would bring home of mother – ‘That’s why I challenged the Arkansas woman who had a baby in 2018 and claimed the child was mine, in court. I had no recollection of our meeting. ‘
Pampering alarm: the baby is from Hunter and does not appear here by age or name or gender.
While his father is about to announce president in 2019, Hunter gets another great idea: he must secretly give an exclusive verdict to The New Yorker while still in the throes of an angry crack addiction.
‘For me,’ he writes, ‘it was an opportunity not just to give my side [the] story but shouts to the world: ‘Here I am!’ . . . I decided I was not going to hide who I was anymore. Do you want to know about my life? Here are the bloody details. F – k dit. ”
In view of Hunter’s evasions on the printed page, it is clear that this book is not clean.
Psychology 101 would have Hunter’s relationship with Hallie to have an attempt to have what Beau had, if not to become Beau. His simultaneous relationship with Hallie’s own sister would imply that it was not enough to have Beau’s widow – he also had to drag her to his level to destroy the perfect wife of the perfect son. And his lifelong battle with addiction does not seem far off, despite the fairy-tale ending he gives to this book – to marry a woman he has known for six days, and another cracker who is not a Bidens at the wedding, but his father, via cell phone, said, “Honey, I knew I would get you back if you got love again.”
“Dad, I’ve always loved,” Hunter replied. “And the only thing that allowed me to see it was the fact that you never gave up on me – that you always believed in me.”
Hunter can believe it. He might have to believe it. But as anyone who has experience with addicts knows, it is only when the truth is truly told and responsibility is truly accepted – no excuses or the minimum restrictions or shifts – you can be sure that an addict is real.
Hunter Biden’s memoir – to the shame of an adoring media – is nothing more than a political fairy tale.