What If The Big Guy Is Just The Start?

You could have knocked me over with a sledgehammer when, late last week, it came to light from a Congressional deposition that wayward Biden son Hunter had confirmed that Papa Joe was, indeed, “The Big Guy” mentioned in some compromising communication alleging potential payoffs.

Previously Hunter and associates had denied long and loud that Joe was The Big Guy. Deny. Deny. Deny.

Sort of like Russians, Russians, Russians in the category of one-size-fits-all propaganda.

Deny, Deny, Deny has, we would hope, now been debunked, much like Russians, Russians, Russians. But do not think Deny, Deny, Deny is dead. Certainly Russians, Russians, Russians has not been relegated to the pile of ridiculous rationalizations never again to be used among polite company.

Now that Hunter has fessed up regarding The Big Guy’s identity, the whole thing has been dismissed as a “pie in the sky” idea that Joe might get a percentage of any deals.

Nothing to see here. Move along. Laptop? What laptop?

But The Big Guy looms large. This would be the same Big Guy who has claimed on many occasions to have had no knowledge of son Hunter’s business dealings. This despite numerous reports that The Big Guy either was part of meetings or phone calls in which his presence and name magically moved along Hunter’s prospects of remuneration.

Ordinarily, this might cause some pause that The Big Guy also is our reigning president and has at best a failing mental facility, or at worst is less than truthful.

These are not major problems in the brave, new world of 2024 – at least not to Democrats desperately trying to prop up The Big Guy for another term at the helm.

And yet, they might fear other stunning admissions could be forthcoming from Hunter as he does his best tap dance to flit among legal raindrops.

I can only imagine the day when Hunter admits:

• A fresh Associated Press poll finding 6 in 10 Americans doubt the mental acuity of The Big Guy is optimistic. Hunter thinks 10 of 10 should have doubts. Can you imagine trying to work a business deal with this guy?

• The Big Guy really knows that son Beau didn’t die in Iraq during the hostilities there, where he served as a National Guard lawyer, but rather back home six years later from brain cancer. The fib just sounds better when trying to comfort family members who did lose a soldier in combat.

• The Big Guy actually didn’t have a clue as to the classified documents he and “his staff” left in various unsecured locations throughout the years. Says Hunter, “We don’t even trust The Big Guy to read a classified ad without assistance.”

• Despite previous protestations to the contrary, Hunter finally admits his art is something you might find in a kindergarten trash can, but has some curious value to people who just happen to be big Democratic political donors.

• You think you are worried about four more years of The Big Guy, Hunter is scared that The Big Guy might not last that long, requiring Hunter to get busy and make hay while the sun shines, lest he might be required to get – sigh – a job on his own somewhere down the line.