So, Jill Biden has lashed out at special counsel Robert Hur over his report that let her husband off the hook for willfully retaining and sharing classified files — due to the commander in chief’s total lack of recall while being questioned.
It’s as predictable as it is risible.
“I hope you can imagine how it felt to read that attack — not just as Joe’s wife, but as Beau’s mother,” the First Lady lamented on in a campaign email on the weekend.
“I don’t know what this Special Counsel was trying to achieve… I can’t imagine why someone would try to use our son’s death to score political points.”
Spare us. The president was the one who brought up his late son Beau during his interview with Hur.
It’s what he always does when he’s in trouble.
Every time he feels the political heat, he finds a way to turn the spotlight onto his life’s tragedies and disarm his antagonists.
It is his shield against accountability, and he has wielded it to great effect his entire career.
You hate to attribute base cynical motives to anyone, but Biden walking through the family graveyard on his way out of mass, where waiting cameras will capture the perfect poignant image of a grief-burdened man among the tombstones, does tug at the idea.
It is uncanny how these images always emerge when he is in hot water. Sometimes, in Washington, you can never be too cynical.
As for Hur’s conclusion that a jury would probably acquit Biden because he has mush for brains, aka, a “well-meaning elderly man with a poor memory,” that really got Dr Jill and hubby hot under the collar.
“My memory is fine,” thundered the president in his calamitous Thursday night press conference, and the Sunday shows were full of VIPs saying how astute and sharp and on the ball he is. Might even be half true.
Sly Joe from Scranton wouldn’t be the first crook who feigns memory loss to avoid incriminating himself when law enforcement comes knocking.
It worked. He didn’t get indicted. What’s he complaining about?
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