Flush with a $1.7 million payout in his defamation suit against a flaky former Trump donor, Hunter Biden is on a publicity blitz. He appears on random podcasts, tweets obsessively on X, took to the stage for a live performance in Phoenix and launched a new Substack “Where’s Hunter,” on which he posts long screeds about himself.
It is a little like reading his laptop — without the homemade porn.
The lies are the same, but this new Hunter sounds nothing like the whiny, malicious Hunter who revealed himself in seven years of frantic, crack-inspired musings on his infamous laptop.
The new Hunter is polished, calculated and utterly inauthentic. He is a skillfully manufactured product, and his sudden explosion into the media landscape is anything but organic.
It seems more like a sophisticated publicity rollout by professional PR operatives (which he recently admitted to hiring in an interview with Wired) to promote the upcoming documentary Hollywood lawyer Kevin Morris made during the years he was bankrolling the disgraced former first son.
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