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As one who has earned a living as a professional writer for decades, twenty of those years as a journalist, I assure you that I take plagiarism very seriously. In fact, whenever a film or theatrical producer retained my writing services, I entered into a contractual obligation to deliver only original material. To ensure this, as is the custom in all such contracts, I had to indemnify my producers against any plagiarism allegations my work engendered, which left me holding the bag if my employers got sued over stolen material. So if only for practical reasons, never mind pride in my talents, abilities, and craft, I have always scrupulously and rigorously hewed to a course of originality with my writing. Only once in my career did I even come near the problem of plagiarism.
I will not mention the person’s name, because this hapless schlemiel has, since these events, died penniless, but early on in my career I took a writing job along with another person who, almost immediately upon signing the contract, said to me, with a smug, world-weary posture of ennui, “We can just cobble something together.” I could not believe my ears! I knew that this project would get us plenty of attention. The show we would write had an opening date set in stone for just a few months away – in one of the top resort/hotels in a well-known gambling town. It had an A-List star already signed to appear. And this guy blows it all off by cavalierly saying, “We can just cobble something together”? I slapped him down immediately, saying, firmly, no, we will write an original script and deliver it on time. Yet as our work progressed, it turned out that this person – who had never before had a single professional credit – had copied whole sections from an out-of-print book as his “contribution” to the script. I figured that this job, his first writing work, scared him, as he always babbled on about an imagined wave of international success that would flow to him after this show opened. Whatever his reasons for stealing the work of someone else, I knew that his theft had placed me, as co-writer of the show, in an extremely dangerous situation. I knew that I could not afford the luxury of trying to understand this person’s personal motives, I knew only that I had to protect myself from a very real threat.
I discussed the situation with my lawyers. They agreed that I faced a grave risk. To deal with this, my lawyers and I added a clause to my contract stating that any plagiarism indemnification would apply only to my own original script contributions, as enumerated in the revised clause. I would stand by my own work, but I refused to take the fall for the other guy. When the producers accepted this clause, the other writer ended up on his own, taking legal responsibility for what he had done should his plagiarism get exposed. And several years later, in the inevitable court case that such insecure and lazy people always end up creating around themselves, he did not come out well, having ensnared himself in a web of his own creation. All because of fear, laziness, and ego.
Because of this experience so many years ago, the whole plagiarism mess created by Dr. Claudine Gay of Harvard hit home with me. Like my erstwhile “collaborator,” who had no previous credits in a competitive arena, Gay had precious few publications in the “publish-or-perish” world of academics, and what writings she did have, the evidence showed she had clearly cobbled together from other sources. At some time or other, all professionals encounter people like this in their field, and unless one takes aggressive action to protect oneself when dealing with such weak people, one faces deep trouble – because this kind of con-artist never admits to any shortcomings, preferring instead to attack while 
playing the victim. And that describes, in a nutshell, what Dr. (did she really earn that title?) Gay just did with a bizarre and clueless (not to mention grammatically deficient) defense of herself on the opinion page of the once-respected NY Times. I felt heartened to see her 870-word “Woe Is Me” philippic rebutted by a hefty number of comments from readers who called out Ms. Gay for her contrived rationalizations. By writing her side of the story in a self-serving lucubration which runs contrary to the facts as revealed in the press, Gay clearly expected to have the last word in this mess. The public, instead, has spoken, loudly and clearly, stating that they refuse to buy what Dr. Gay needs so desperately to sell.
I survived my close encounter with a plagiarist, and went on to get steady work as a freelance writer with a sterling reputation, while my flawed co-writer found sparse work, “cobbling together” a couple of comic books before fading into a richly deserved nothingness… His path seems to presage the fate awaiting Ms. Gay unless she manages to face honestly the situation and take responsibility, accepting her own culpability. But of course, had Gay the ability to do that, she’d have avoided this whole mess to begin with. So rather than conform to a code of honesty and morality, I’d lay six, two, and even money that Dr. Gay will leave academia and end up as the newest Gyno-American harpy on television’s The View, where lunacy and victimhood and sloppy thinking rule the day. After all, water always seeks to its own level…
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Hunter and Joe Biden with Kenes Rakishev (left) and Kazakhstan’s former prime minister, Karim Massimov (right)
Well, by now you most certainly know that Robert “Hunter” Biden has had yet another indictment thrown his way. This time for not declaring on tax forms, when he deigned to file taxes, the millions and millions of dollars he got for doing… er… what? What the hell is this guy’s business? Decades ago I knew an industrious young man who sold certain plant products in what were called “nickel bags.” Though this fellow was not yet twenty, he scrupulously filed income taxes every year listing his earnings from SALES. So at least we all knew what he did. What the hell do the Bidens do? Perhaps this will come out in the trial. IF it reaches the trial stage.
Remember the first legal case with the Junkie-in-Chief blew up in his hapless face. The Big Question hovering over this case, like a post-nuclear mushroom cloud, remains: What Will Daddy Do for his son this time?
Employing my finely honed talents of ratiocination (having read all the Lt. Columbo novels), I have studied all the angles and narrowed down the situation, regarding the brain-dead president, to a pair of potential plans:
Possibility 1: Biden preemptively pardons his perverted son and then drops out of the race. They live happily ever after in seclusion, until Robert “Hunter” Biden gets hired by MSNBC or THE VIEW, television’s own warning concerning post-menopausal brain damage…
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Possibility 2: Biden is shocked, shocked to see all the crimes that his son has committed and tells America that his son must suffer the consequences, and so Joe throws the useless junkie under the bus in order to hold onto his power.
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Personally, I vote for #2.
A man who raised a brood of junkie sociopaths (including a nymphomaniac) is capable of anything when it comes to saving his own skin, and, like the fictitious Hyman Roth, Old Man Biden seems to think that he will live forever. So he will, in the colorful vernacular of the day, throw his son under the bus. As the Fat Man said about losing his precious gunsel Wilmer, whom he considered a son: I can always get another son, but there is only one Maltese Falcon.
By the way, I once saw what happens when a person is thrown under a bus right here in NYC on 8th Avenue and 56th Street. It is NOT pretty…
All this brings me to the delightful fantasy world that is the comment threads of the New York Times.
Care For Some Cheese With Your Whine?
As I put this to bed, Robert “Hunter” Biden appeared on a lowly podcast (run by a faded pop “star”) to announce that all these indictments are part of a plot… to KILL HIM with the goal of ruining his father with grief… Sounds like someone desperately needs the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline which I now post for his edification:
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Senator Schumer Threatening THE DEATH OF CIVILIZATION If His End Of The Year Spending/Borrowing Bill Fails. Why Does He LOVE Inflation?
The NUMBER ONE lesson concerning politics: When they say HURRY! HURRY! HURRY! that is the time to slow down.
Any seasoned cashier knows that when someone rushes you they are trying to scam you; hoping you make a mistake counting the change.
When I worked a cash register at the Film Counter in one of the busiest camera stores in Manhattan, a man rushed up to me, held out a C-Note, and shouted “QUICK!! I NEED YOU TO BREAK THIS $100 BILL!! NOW!!!” So I took his hundred and gave him two fifties. When he saw what I’d done, it slowed him down but quick. “Very funny!” he said, angrily. I replied, “Now that you’ve slowed down, give me one of the fifties and I will change it for you – or you can just get out of here.” He accepted it and I made change of $50 and slowly counted it in front of him. He left and as far as I knew never returned.
As the year ends, watch for Senators doing this. They will URGENTLY say we NEED this or that bill passed NOW, but when the House, where these spending bills must – according to the Constitution – originate, makes conditions… the senators balk. And then they demand UNITY. All this is to remind you of the following:
Do we really know that Robert “Hunter” Biden was/is a drug addict? We have only his word for it in his self-serving “memoir” and several self-serving op-ed pieces, no doubt written by highly-paid PR firms. And then there are carefully posed photos and videos allegedly showing him stoned. Pure Hollywood. And let’s not forget the constant stream of HE LOVES HIS TROUBLED SON stories that festoon the sycophantic press every time new evidence of Biden Corruption pops up.
One Of The Many Staged/Professionally Shot Images Designed To Promote The Illusion Of FATHERLY LOVE In The Biden Crime Family. This Is, Like Other Images, Just Revolting.
How do we know this whole story was not concocted as a plausible alibi when “Hunter” became the Bagman for the Biden Crime Family?
You know, like that NYC mob guy who ran around Greenwich Village in a bathrobe and pajamas…
Reputed Mobster Vincent Gigante (in the center) In The Custody Of The NYPD Sporting His Customary Attire: Bathrobe and Pajamas
Al Capone henchman Murray Humphreys pulled the same trick – successfully – when he showed up to court for a trial late in his life.
Sporting an eye-patch and using a cane, Humphreys drooled when he should have talked. The judge dismissed the case at trial, so double jeopardy attached, and after Humphreys exited the Chicago courthouse, he threw away the patch and cane, then on the way home he stopped at one saloon after another buying people drinks.
The way the Biden Family publicly trots out the son’s alleged addiction, whenever the family is in trouble, supports the Alibi Theory. 
The Question arises: What about “Hunter” Biden’s TEETH? Are they not the teeth of a junkie?
Why make that leap? Years ago 
I knew a gentleman who was the literary agent for several world-famous, museum quality photographers. He had a simple, ascetic, professorial air about him. One day I ran into him at the Strand Bookstore. His teeth looked like the images of “Hunter” Biden’s teeth. He had seen a dentist who removed all his caps for treatment, and that left him with a mouth full of stubs. But there was nothing at all about him that said hopeless drug addict. And when I ran into him again a few months later, with the caps redone, he looked perfectly normal. So it is possible that Hunter Biden had similar treatment. And remember that ALL the photos and videos of “Hunter” Biden – his teeth, his hookers, his alleged crack use – ALL were shot by, or at the behest of, “Hunter” Biden himself, making them self-serving images and useless as evidence of anything.
Recently, yet another “heart-rending” editorial about addiction, ostensibly written by “Hunter” Biden, conveniently appeared with the timeliness of the Atchison, Topeka, and Santa Fe just after news hit that 10% of “Hunter’s” $400,000 Chinese haul landed right in Joe Biden’s pocket.
Ten Percent For The Big Guy?
And let’s get real here. How many stoned-out crackheads manage and maintain a multi-million dollar international “business”? Sadly, I have known such unfortunate people. One is sitting out his life up the river at Sing Sing prison, and the others died young. Can I picture them running a world-wide “business”? They were lucky if they could match their socks.
Here we are, one day the temperature hits 81º and the next day we drop to 40º. Sounds like SOUP weather to me! And for my money, even decimated as it has been by the inflation of Bidenomics, the best soup for a nice hot lunch is a classic MATZO BALL SOUP, but one gussied up to be SPICY AS HELL! I developed this recipe over a cold winter a few years back and I love it. It comes in WAY ahead of my DIY Tomato Bisque, the recipe for which I will gladly share if readers want it (hint hint).
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Robert Kennedy, Jr. is SHOCKED that fellow democrats call him an antisemite and racist and “antivaxx” – all of which he fervently denies, even getting applause before Congress for his rebuttal of these charges.
Yes, Mr. Kennedy eloquently exposed the lies and smears of his fellow democrats. And then his beloved democrats doubled down on the smears; even after Kennedy said this is stuff he thought ended with the Army/McCarthy hearings in 1954.
To Mr. Kennedy, a trust-fund baby who was raised in a bubble of wealth and celebrity, the democrats are still the same as they way back in 1962 when he was 8-years old and democrats idolized his family. This, Kennedy is fast learning, is a delusion.
The morphing of the democrat party into Cold War republicans became obvious to us long ago. Here in NYC, we had an Assembly Member named Richard Gottfried. He was an Old-School liberal democrat.
Richard Gottfried at 75. He Took Office At age 24…
Having a seat in the Assembly since he was in college, he held the seat for over FIFTY YEARS. Gottfried was known as a “nice guy.”
Near the end of Gottfried’s time in politics, a neighbor of ours contemplated challenging Mr. Gottfried in a primary. Gottfried, Liberal Democrat that he was, had his office circulate smears against this man, going so far as to claim the man WAS NOT gay – turning an old-style smear on its head. The challenger dropped his plans.
But THIS IS WHO DEMOCRATS ARE now. Kennedy, mired in the myths of the past, CANNOT SEE THIS.
Kennedy remains blind to the vicious nature of democrats today, even as top democrats publicly smear him. He pines for the old days, invoking his Uncle Teddy as an example of amity and comity. But that ship sailed long ago.
The party DIED when they were taken over by the corrupt Clintons and their Democrat Leadership Council. From that moment on, the goal of democrats was WIN AT ANY PRICE. Small wonder Christopher Hitchens held the Clintons in such low regard, noting “Clintonism poisons everything it touches.”
Robert Kennedy, Jr. still harbors the illusion that democrats are liberal folk who love the people, especially working people. And all he needs to do to set them right is appeal to their basic humanity. That delusion alone disqualifies him for the Presidency or any other office. His misguided naiveté ill suits today’s world. He will be a disaster in any office because of his willful blindness.
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