The Biden crime family is our own reality-TV mafia show

I have been meaning to weigh in on [cue scary music] Special Counsel David Weiss’s sham indictment of Hunter Biden on felony gun charges for a few days. I am glad I waited. 

It’s not that I have changed my mind about the indictments, or company man Weiss. Everyone knows he is on the job as an interior decorator, whose primary task is to produce window dressing for the Department of Injustice so that its two-tier deployment of police power is not too obvious to the casual onlooker.

Weiss has supposedly been investigating Hunter Biden for the last five years. Wouldn’t you know it, the statute of limitation on many of the tax charges is passing by like that herd of cows outside your train window even as I write.  

Biden fils might have gotten away with the kit, cat and caboodle had not District Judge Maryellen Noreika noticed how fishy Weiss’s original glucose-saturated plea bargain really was. “What, this deal calls for immunity from all criminal charges now and forever, so help you crack?” Yep. And no jail for the forgetful laptop owner either. You can bet your .38-caliber Colt Cobra Special Gauleiter Garland’s myrmidons would not try to sneak something like that past a judge on your behalf.  

No sooner was Weiss’s three-count indictment announced than alert (i.e., non-lackey) commentators savaged it as the Potemkin-village piece of theater it is. 

For one thing, as the legal commentator Jonathan Turley and others pointed out, the gun charges against Hunter appear to insulate the Big Guy, Mr. 10 percent, master of  the pseudonymous email handles, President Joe Biden. 

And remember, it’s not just dear old dad who is being protected here. The bank records released by the House Oversight Committee in August show that Hunter received millions of the crispest from Russian oligarch Yelena Baturina, the wife of the Mayor of Moscow. 

The last time I checked, one of my least favorite constitutional amendments, the 16th, stipulated that Congress could put its hands in your pocket for “taxes on incomes, from whatever source derived.” There is no exception for money-for-access from Russian Oligarchs, Ukrainian businessmen, Chinese or Romanian shakedown artists. As Turley observed in one of his great moments of understatement, Hunter is “not going to be held accountable for the full range of the potential crimes here.”

I doubt that he will be held accountable at all, though given the Hindenburg-like implosion of the Biden administration, I can see how a truth-is-stranger than fiction scenario could unfold whereby Joe agrees to step aside to spend more time with his fantasy in exchange for Hunter quietly having the hook extracted from his mouth and getting tossed back in the pond to swim away. Stay tuned.  

But the delicious thing that just happened, and the reason I am glad I waited to write about this, is that Hunter’s lawyers have decided to sue the IRS. Yes, that’s right. Those IRS whistleblowers who testified before the House Oversight Committee, you see, they violated poor Hunter’s privacy.  

No, you cannot make it up. You don’t have to. The Biden crime family is our own reality-TV mafia show. According to one news report, Hunter’s lawyers are shocked, shocked that “IRS agents have targeted and sought to embarrass Mr. Biden via public statements to the media in which they and their representatives disclosed confidential information about a private citizen’s tax matters.” 

Right. “A private citizen” who drops off at a public repair ship a laptop full of, er, compromising pictures and videos, as well as incriminating emails and text messages: clearly he is deeply concerned about his privacy. And as for being “embarrassed,” how can you shame someone who is shameless? 

This latest, possibly shark-jumping, wrinkle in the saga that is the sorrows of young Hunter would be merely funny if it didn’t shed such ghastly light on the corruption of the Biden administration and, indeed, of establishment Washington. 

As it is, it may serve as the latest corroborative illustration of William Hazlitt’s tart observation that “those who lack delicacy hold us in their power.”