As the anatomy of the great Joe Biden cover-up emerges, one dark figure stands menacingly taller than the rest.
That would be Vogue cover girl Dr. Jill Biden, who is starting to look more like Dr. Evil — a cartoonishly terrible, power hungry and reckless movie villain — every day.
This week, as Jake Tapper and Alex Thompson’s devastating book “Original Sin” detailing the Dem’s elaborate cover up of the 46th President’s infirmity as he ran — or, ahem, as he was run — for a second shot at the White House, Biden dropped a bombshell prostate cancer diagnosis.
The timing was undoubtedly meant to shift sympathy to the family and soften the atomic boom of the scandal.
While terribly sad, the stage of the disease and timing of the disclosure has only raised more questions and opened up more rabbit holes.
As many top doctors have said, his particular numbers suggested something more alarming: Biden has likely been battling cancer for a long time.
Yet during the 2024 race, many in the White House and the media closed ranks around him, telling us that he was “cogent’ or that his age was his “superpower,” as the LA Times wrote.
A farce made possible only with the help of Jill, who kept the show going to the detriment of her husband and the country.
That Trump DOJ official Leo Terrell even suggested the former First Lady face criminal charges for “elder abuse.”
Jill betrayed her duty not only to her husband but the American voters to pull the plug on the elaborate and terrible charade that the man was not only fit, he was running circles around the youngins’.
Meanwhile, he wasn’t capable of running bingo night at the community center, never mind being the leader of the free world.
That guy should have been licking vanilla ice cream cones and telling his grandkids war stories about Corn Pop out on the back porch.
The former president, like any human, deserved dignity. But because of Jill and the party’s greed, her husband will be not be remembered as a once vigorous politician with the gift of gab — and a bizarre penchant for sniffing hair. Our lasting image of him will instead be of a confused and doddering old man.
And she has been there every step of the way – holding the controls.
She propped up a sick man she vowed to love and cherish, so she and their ne’er do well son could remain physically close to the hand of power and the DC gravy train that kept their bank accounts flush.
Apparently, her tastes are acquired.
In “Fight: Inside the Wildest Battle for the White House,” released last month the authors described Jill’s reluctance to join the Beltway gaggle. She reportedly discouraged her husband from running for president in 2004.
However, “after eight years as the second lady and nearly two more as the first lady, the trappings of the most elite levels of Washington power had grown on her,” wrote the authors.
Once there, she received the celebratory coddling that is reserved for Dems and their spouses: fawning fashion profiles, magazine covers and a slobbering press corps demanding the world refer to her as doctor.
But need we play shocked about Tapper and Thompson’s revelations? We knew. And we knew they knew. Anyone with a pulse could see that Biden was not only diminished but decaying before our very eyes.
He was shuffling, falling, toppling over on his bike. When asked for comment in 2023 as Maui burned into an apocalyptic movie set, he offered “no comment” to those poor souls who lost everything.
We saw Jill lead her empty husk of a husband off the debate stage as she slipped into her patronizing teacher voice and addressed the president like he was a toddler learning his colors and numbers.
“Joe, you did such a great job. You answered every question,” she said. Two weeks ago, she was even his companion on the “The View,” which underscored his need for a chaperone and her own appetite for the spotlight.
Tapper has caught a lot of well-deserved heat for writing his book so soon after preserving the lie that Biden was just a sympathetic figure battling a stutter.
That ol’ chestnut.
But his reporting has provided even more disturbing specifics. Biden’s “halting walk” had become so bad “there were internal discussions about putting the president in a wheelchair, but they couldn’t do so until after the election,” read an excerpt.
It’s possible to wish Biden well, pray for his comfort, his strength and his body to respond well to treatment. But one cannot separate the role his inner circle and family played in trying to play the American people.
Throughout her public career, former First Lady Jill regularly relied on the word “compassion,” sprinkling it throughout her speeches.
And in her 2020 DNC address she said her husband can heal the nation, “with love and understanding – and with small acts of compassion.”
Ironically, she has been unable to offer that very same compassion to her own ailing husband.
