Hunter Biden has worn many hats in his 56 years on Earth. Scion, serviceman (briefly), attorney, businessman, crack addict, painter and, lately, influencer. The former first son burnished his online credentials by joining Substack this week – and Cockburn welcomes his comrade.
Hunter’s first meaningful post on “Where’s Hunter,” his blog on the platform, is called “It’s Dad.” The piece reads like something any other wealthy aspiring artist might shuffle up to read at an open-mic night. The sentences are short, the metaphors heavy. He muses – there is no other word for it – on the voicemail his father Joe left him and how it was heard around the world after the contents of his infamous laptop were published:
The late hour. The quiet room. My father’s breathing between sentences. The not knowing whether anyone was listening. All of that disappears once a recording becomes a clip.
What remains is a fragment, stripped of the air around it, free to be repurposed by whoever holds it.
But fragments still carry echoes.
