Finally, what we all have been waiting for, Jill Biden’s first-person excuse about her time as First Lady during those idyllic four years of Joe Biden’s presidency, when inflation hit nine percent, the southern border was wide open, and he kept falling down.
The book is titled “View from the East Wing.” To ensure its best-seller status for Simon & Schuster, favored publisher for Democrat women, Amazon has already marked it down 30 percent. Reviews have been, uh, gentle.
Not all Democrats are happy to see the three bad Biden memories — Jill, Joe, and Hunter — re-emerge to explain away their disastrous days so close to November's midterms, when their party is trying to label Donald Trump as the corrupt one.
Now, regular readers here will know that I was not a fan of the Biden Crime Consortium, to put it mildly.
The serial lies and fables, taking the drug-addled son on official vice-presidential visits to Beijing to make personal business deals that Joe Biden claimed no knowledge of, the subsequent unexplained transfers of millions from China into Biden family shell companies, the week-long free passage of that massive Chinese spy balloon across the country, the censorship collusion with sympathetic media outlets, and the years of fears over the clear coverup of a commander in chief with access to nuclear launch codes but the inability to find his way off a stage.
And just as after Benghazi, no consequences for the cast of perps that steered and oversaw the entire dangerous, corrupt mess. To ensure that, Joe blanket-pardoned his alcoholic, drug-addicted, philandering, influence-peddling, deadbeat-dad son for everything going back many years.
No one really expects a political spouse of 47 years living the good life of both First and Second Lady with 24-hour servants to spill the dirt on their seamy four years in government housing.
But even a smidge of self-awareness or sliver of honesty would seem necessary.
According to Jill Biden, she knew her husband was leaving their bed several times a night for the bathroom. But Jill and Joe do not discuss personal health issues, she says.
So, instead of advising her dear husband to seek tests about his developing private health concern, she says she told someone else in the White House to do it. But doggone it, they did not follow up.
Of course, neither did the wife.
Fact-checkers will be frustrated because Jill does not identify the White House employee who allegedly failed to respond to a First Lady's professed health concern involving the commander in chief.
Subsequently, hubby was diagnosed with advanced Stage 4 prostate cancer that had spread. I bet the person who failed to get Joe Biden's cancer detected early is pleased to have their identity masked.
According to Jill Biden, on that fateful June debate night nearly two years ago, she was shocked to see how poorly her husband looked.
And then, just minutes into the nationally-televised debate before 55 million viewers, Joe lost his mind. He spouted some nonsense about Medicare, then froze, staring ahead blankly. Things did not improve.
That cratered his long government career of gaffes and set the timer on Jill Biden’s reign as a top presidential adviser. Jill now claims she feared the president had been drugged or was having a stroke:
I was frightened, because I had never ever seen Joe like that before or since. Never! I don't know what happened.
It was Joe Biden himself who had challenged Trump to the early debate to finish him off once and for all. Biden’s closest advisers later said the president was physically and mentally incapable of prolonged debate prep.
Yet neither the Mrs., who slept with him every night, nor his longtime advisers, who worked with him every day, sought to rein in the unfounded arrogance of their enfeebled charge. Clearly, the Biden presidency was no longer about him; it was about them.
The Babylon Bee captured that sentiment.
Jill Biden claims:
To this day I still don’t know what happened…I wish I’d thought of asking for a blood test, just so we’d know what was in his system. Had he taken something on the plane for his cough, something at the hotel to sleep—codeine cough syrup or Ambien?
When Mrs. Biden greeted her husband post-debate, she says he said: “I really f***ed up, didn’t I?”
And the worried wife, who professes terror that he was suffering a stroke, replied: “Yes, you did.”
No questions about his health status?
Apparently, Jill's stroke concern faded quite quickly. Because from that Atlanta debate, Jill led Joe directly to the stage of a big Democrat victory rally. There, standing with him, she raved about his magnificent performance:
"Joe, you did such a great job! You answered every question. You knew all the facts."
Then the wife, a key proponent of a second term when he was already 82, led the crowd in chanting repeatedly: "Four more years! Four more years!"
Only then did the terrified Jill take her husband for a medical checkup at an emergency room. No, actually, she never did that. Instead, she took him to a Waffle House for a photo-op with customers and media.
Then she took him to the airport, where he talked with more people.
Then, they flew to North Carolina and appeared at another large post-debate rally the same night.
Still no doctors.
Pause Button: I’m calling that elder abuse, hauling that befuddled old man around like a puppy to keep your job.
And I’m calling this trumped-up stroke yarn another obvious family fable to cover-your-ass for history.
For three ensuing weeks after the debate, Jill and a knot of White House staff, who would lose their high positions without a second term, maintained that the president was sharp as a tack. See, he just had a bad night due to a cold and fatigue from international travel on Air Force One, where he has a private bedroom and butler.
Democrats echoed the obvious fabrication. And sympathetic media, which was stunningly uncurious about Biden's 2020 basement campaign and subsequent weekly vacations as president, failed to ardently inquire about Biden’s obvious deterioration.
Finally, in late July 2024, Nancy Pelosi sent Chuck Schumer to put the Biden campaign out of her misery. She named Kamala Harris as his replacement, though the vice president had never earned a single primary vote on her own.
Naturally, she produced a memoir, too, about how others let her down.
Jill’s book recounts a revealing Oval Office exchange. She says the president phoned the vice president to say he was withdrawing his candidacy.
According to Jill’s book, Harris exclaimed: “Oh my God, Joe! Are you sure?”
Joe Biden said he intended to endorse her, probably the next morning. But Jill says Harris insisted: “I want it sooner.”
Jill recounts the president saying he would call her back “when I figure this out.”
But Harris persisted: “Could you do it soon? Say, in 20 minutes?”
Jill's book has little to say about Barack Obama, who plucked Joe Biden to be VP from his small-state Senate sinecure. Biden was in a dentist’s waiting room when the call came in 2008.
The book does go into Jill’s warm relationship with the Clintons. With the Trumps not so much. Apparently, Melania turning down an invitation to tea during the 2025 transition was a big deal.
Not surprisingly, Mrs. Biden regrets Trump’s destruction of the White House East Wing, the traditional territory of presidential wives.
“Elegant and cozy” is how she describes her office, where a lemon-tea cart was always on hand. She adds:
When I look back on my years at the White House, working in rooms that no longer exist, I see them as if in a snow globe—this magical place filled with people trying to keep traditions alive.
Biden does not discuss the two German Shepherds they brought into the White House. They had to be removed for biting a couple dozen people. She mentions only Willow, a stray cat she adopted from a Pennsylvania campaign stop.
Many people have attributed the Biden administration’s persistent lack of transparency to the president’s worsening mental condition that prevented him from making coherent statements without written texts, and even then, often fumbling words.
Mrs. Biden explains it another way:
While Joe was in office, I think he and I both erred on the side of silence, dignity, and letting news cycles run their course. We would stay out of the fray, play by the rules, ignore the ludicrous attacks, and assume that people would discern the truth.
Do ya think?
Whatever the publisher paid for Jill Biden’s book, it was too much.
“View from the East Wing,” by the way, is being marketed as nonfiction.
