Hunter Biden

100% real.

100% real.

And so all of this stuff exists, but you know what?

Nobody gives a fuck about me in the aftermath of what happened with J6.

Nobody gives a fuck about what they did in terms of what I'm talking about, in terms of the complete dehumanization of me.

And so then I became the pariah by everyone.

Nobody in the Democratic Party stepped up, except for maybe a couple people that...

like stood by me, you want to figure out who's your friend?

Here's another gift that they gave me.

I know who's really my friend.

Because if you were willing to stand with me or even be seen with me or be associated with me with any way for a period of time, there was nothing in it for you.

Absolutely zero, nothing.

Biggest regret that I have is I allowed them to think that I couldn't be around my dad.

Because I would rub off.

Because I would bring... By the way, for instance, this bullshit, the cocaine in the cubbyhole in the West Wing.

We were talking about it before.

On what fucking planet

Am I walking in off of West Exec Avenue with my own Secret Service detail, stopping by the cubby in the situation before you go into the situation room and deciding that I'm gonna put a baggie of cocaine into the cubbyhole before I make it on my way to the residence?

In what world?

In what world does that make even the most insane drug addict, like, sense of anything?