There’s something about Hunter Biden, isn’t there? The man is a walking, breathing cartoon of everything that is both grotesque and absurd about the American political circus. And now, after years of speculation, conspiracy theories, and a media frenzy that would make a rabid dog blush, he’s been fully pardoned by his father — none other than President Joe Biden.
Well, isn’t that rich?
Let’s get this straight: Hunter Biden is the son of a man who spent decades grinding away in the Senate, only to become the President at an age when most people are counting their medication prescriptions and wondering if it’s time for one of those “I’m not dead yet” tours. But Hunter — Hunter was never quite the image of a son any father would want to brag about at dinner parties. His name has been dragged through the mud so many times by now it’s practically an American pastime. Drugs, sex tapes, questionable business dealings with foreign nationals, and that time he dropped his laptop off at a repair shop in Delaware and forgot to pick it up. The whole thing’s a tragicomic nightmare, and yet here we are, with a Presidential pardon being handed down like it’s some sort of extravagant charity donation.
This, of course, has triggered a predictable chorus of outrage from both sides of the aisle, barking about the fairness of it all.
But let’s be clear here: this isn’t about fairness. This is about power, about the endless machinations of a system that is, at its core, a rotten, self-perpetuating joke.
Hunter gets his pardon; the rest of us get to pretend that nothing ever happened. It’s a form of closure, a way of putting a nice bow on a decades-long scandal that’s become too tiresome to keep dragging through the mud. They want to move on, wipe their hands clean, and pretend like none of it ever happened.
But make no mistake about it — this is not the victory lap of a saint. Hunter Biden didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to turn his life around. He got his pardon because, like so many others in the hallowed halls of power, he’s a product of a system that devours the weak and spits out the strong.
In the end, Hunter Biden is nothing more than a symbol — a living embodiment of the endless farce that is the American political machine.
God help us all.