All this time America unfairly pegged Hunter Biden as the Prodigal Son. Testimony in a Wilmington, Delaware, court of law Wednesday proved him instead the White Rick James. He’s not like the real Rick James, a guy who could sing and write catchy songs and draw a crowd with his charisma, but rather like the caricature of Rick James hilariously depicted on the old Chappelle’s Show decades ago. Zoe Kestan, a dancer Biden met in a Manhattan strip club, described him as “charming” and “charismatic.” What woman would not say the same of the Superfreak? She testified Wednesday that Biden played a song by the indie-folk band Fleet Foxes, necessitated by the lateness shutting down the house’s music, as he hired her and a colleague to dance for him in a private room for 30 minutes (Does his iPhone music library not contain Scorpions, “Rock You Like a Hurricane”?) of the gentleman’s club. This is a celebration, b—h! Kestan, in her continued liaisons with Mr. Biden in Malibu, Manhattan, and points between and beyond, noted that he “would want to smoke as soon as he woke up.” The president’s son, she said, smoked crack “every 20 minutes” in private and every hour in public. I’m Hunter Biden, b—h! A resourceful Biden, after feeling “ripped off” by his crack dealer (possibly Tron Carter?), began to cook crack from traditional powder cocaine, she testified. Was the president’s son Tyrone Biggums and not Rick James all along? She identified baking powder, spoons, bowls, and chopsticks — but not, crucially, egg and cinnamon — used to make and take the crack in photographs presented to her in court. Her beau skirted the law as he skirted his dealer. He’s a habitual line-stepper. Kestan testified that she kept in physical contact with Biden into September, just a few weeks before the October 12, 2018, application for a Colt Cobra .38 special on which he claimed, as a gun-shop worker who testified Wednesday watched, that he neither took illegal drugs nor suffered from any such addictions. I drunk some wine and I’m just getting started, b—–s! Rick James and Hunter Biden both ran afoul of the Navy Reserves within months of joining: Biden by popping positive for cocaine on his first drill weekend; James by going absent without leave to Canada. Both ditched their first names. Both men faced legal repercussions for questionable behavior while in the company of multiple women. Here they part company. Rick James was a rock star who behaved like one better than perhaps any. Hunter Biden is the son of the president of the United States who behaved like one worse than perhaps any. One finds sympathy for Biden in that he lost his mother and sister in a horrible car wreck, more recently lost his older brother, and destroyed his own family through his addictions. Much of that sympathy dissipates when one realizes that the crimes he stands accused of amount to the very areas of the federal code his father so zealously sought to strengthen. As president, Joe Biden pushed for tens of thousands of new IRS agents to audit tax cheats. The federal case opening in September in California against Hunter Biden portrays a man who wrote off expenses on his tax returns on such illegitimate pursuits as hookers, a sex club membership, and strippers. The government says he owes it over a million dollars. Both in the U.S. Senate and the White House, Joe Biden championed, and instituted, stricter gun laws. Even those who oppose most of his gun control measures think it unwise to sell firearms to people who smoke crack cocaine every 20 minutes. So, to push stricter tax and gun policies while demanding Hunter Biden receive a Get Out of Jail Free card just highlights the do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do mentality of so many directly responsible for federal laws. The no-one-is-above-the-law line so liberally tossed about during Donald Trump’s trial now yields to cries for mercy. Cocaine is a helluva drug. So is partisan politics. The post Hunter Biden Trial Again Proves Cocaine Is a Helluva Drug appeared first on The American Spectator | USA News and Politics.