Parody As a Weapon Part XXXVIII

Last week in Part XXXVII, in the wake of the leak of the Dobbs draft opinion set to overturn Roe v. Wade, we mocked the pro-abortion crowd for their moral depravity and ignorance of the law. The pro-abortion crowd responded to the news with defective Molotov cocktails, vandalism, assaults on churches and violations of federal statutes, more or less reinforcing the words of the assessment and the song parody with their actions.

This week, we will remain in the realm of song parody, and take another swing at the low-hanging fruit in the Biden family orchard that is the metaphor for Hunter Biden.

As Joe Biden’s sister, Valerie Owens, travels about shilling for her book “Growing Up Biden” (available in the fiction section at your local bookseller, as one of the security staff at her recent signings noted), discerning readers will be more enlightened by Miranda Devine’s volume “The Laptop From Hell”.

Most readers at this site are familiar with Hunter Biden’s career and laments. While his failure in the Navy during father Joe Biden’s Vice-Presidency received some mainstream media coverage, he has released his own autobiography “Beautiful Things”, detailing his struggles with substance abuse (much to the chagrin of the parmesan cheese industry). Excerpts from his laptop have added greatly to a more public understanding of the burdens of this particular son was in being raised under his surname.

E-mails from the laptop detailed how Hunter was holding a ten percent stake of a deal with entities connected to the Chinese Communist Party for “the big guy”. Also noted was his intra-family complaint that he was required to turn over half of his earnings to Pop (known to the rest of the US as the current occupant of the White House). As tragic as his own struggles with substance abuse and family sharing arrangements may be, they still seem to pale in comparison to what his half-sister Ashley was purported to have noted in her diary.

Still, Hunter’s life is not just marked by those who would take from him, as he seems to excite the charitable impulse in others. His recent foray into the art world from his military ventures and work on the Amtrak Board and the Burisma energy company have proven to be even more lucrative. Similarly, just as his e-mails show that he has been forced to pay his families’ bills, this recent column by Byron York shows that others such as Hollywood attorney Kevin Morris are lining up to pick up the tab for Hunter, whom has been dubbed Hunter Biden’s “Sugar Brother” for paying the rent, expenses and the two million dollar delinquent tax bill for the son of the current White House occupant. Miranda Devine and the New York Post have detailed previously the role that Hunter’s good friend Eric Schwerin has played in ensuring that Biden family correspondence is addressed and finances not neglected.

It apparently does not occur to democrats (though perhaps not only democrats) that payments to family members of politicians in order to garner influence and access not only violates bribery statutes, but implicates conspiracy and money laundering laws as well.

Meanwhile, Hunter Biden will be able to rely on his “sugar brothers” to help him pay down his tax bill, and not leave himself at the mercy of the fickle art market or the indifference of the book-buying public (at least until “Beautiful Things” releases its Mandarin language edition).

As the rest of America is experiencing some of the most serious economic disruptions of their lifetimes as a result of democrat policies enacted by Biden, I will reach back to a 20^th Century period of turmoil known as The Great Depression. Popular entertainers from Al Jolson, Rudy Vallee and Bing Crosby all recorded versions of the panhandler’s anthem of the era entitled “Brother, Can You Spare a Dime”. Given the inflation enabled and inspired by his Pop, for Hunter’s plea to his “sugar brothers”, the amount requested has been adjusted to reflect the needs of the Biden family and those in their orbit.

 

I used my dad’s name as he built his dream
with help from the left wing mob
When I went to law school a cross to bear
but I never held a real job

They used to tell me I was using our name
not my brains to get by
Why should I earn all on my own
to pay the big guy

My dad road the railroad, and gave it funds
Gave taxpayers the bill
I got an Amtrak board seat as his son
Brother, can you spare a mil

Know nothing of gas or the Ukraine
But they hired me still
Now I’m at Burisma, dad makes it rain
Brother, can you spare a mil

Once a Navy suit, gee I looked swell
with my dad watching my back
Did a few months in this living hell
Until I got tossed out smoking crack

Say, don’t you remember, back there in Beijing
where I have good friends still
I can’t find my laptop, it’s missing
Sugar bro, can you spare a mil

Once with all my friends, gee we got rich
and we all had a laugh
Made a billion bucks but there was one glitch
As I had to give my dad half

Say, don’t you remember, back there in Beijing
now I have a tax bill
Time to pay the band for what they sing
Buddy, can you spare a mil

If you enjoyed this article, then please REPOST or SHARE with others; encourage them to follow AFNN:

Truth Social: @AFNN_USA
Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/afnnusa
Telegram: https://t.me/joinchat/2_-GAzcXmIRjODNh
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AfnnUsa
GETTR: https://gettr.com/user/AFNN_USA
CloutHub: AFNN_USA