I love politics! I love the intrigue, the feints, the intrigue, the outrageous claims, the intrigue, and counterclaims. Did I mention intrigue? If you wrote about real life politics as fiction, your editor would strike it out. In real life, though, it is, sadly, real.
Your Joe Biden now looks to be in a good position to win the Democratic Party’s nomination. In the meantime, the Grand OLD Party (Did you notice a bit of a sardonic edge there?) is preparing to investigate Biden, his son, his mother’s cousin twice removed, and a classmate of his from kindergarten. (Look at her eyes in the kindergarten class picture! Need I say more?)
What should he do? What should he do?
He could say:
- “I believe you have an issue with my son, Hunter Biden. Whether or not it’s valid, when he became a legal adult, I no longer could tell him what to do. I couldn’t even see his grades from college or make a medical appointment for him. Even if I wanted to control him, I could not. Deal directly with him. (Since he’s not running for public office, he’ll probably just ignore you.”
- “Inasmuch as we are looking at my son, it’s only fair that you either self report on any and all irregularities with regard to your children in addition to any questionable acts that you might have committed. People will be conducting an investigation of you and your children’s activities over the past 20 years.”
- “Why? Why will this happen? What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.”