As the anatomy of the great Joe Biden cover-up emerges, one dark figure stands menacingly taller than the rest.
That would be Vogue cover girl Dr. Jill Biden, who is starting to look more like Dr. Evil — a cartoonishly terrible, power hungry and reckless movie villain — every day.
This week, as Jake Tapper and Alex Thompson’s devastating book “Original Sin” detailing the Dem’s elaborate cover up of the 46th President’s infirmity as he ran — or, ahem, as he was run — for a second shot at the White House, Biden dropped a bombshell prostate cancer diagnosis.
The timing was undoubtedly meant to shift sympathy to the family and soften the atomic boom of the scandal.