This post is about things that Hunter Biden said and did. So, like all things that Hunter Biden does, this requires a major CONTENT WARNING up front. Because even his computer password is explicit and shockingly gross.
Everything about Hunter Biden is explicit and gross.
John Paul Mac Isaac is the owner of the store where Hunter Biden left his now famous laptop. The laptop that the media tried so hard to pretend wasn’t real. The store that they are still trying to discredit. The owner they are still trying to destroy.
He has a book about the whole thing coming out, and the New York Post has published an excerpt.
Did we mention the CONTENT WARNING? Because yeah. That.
Jon Levine shared a fact from that story that is, like I said, gross. And Joe Concha had the perfect reaction. Here are both tweets, in that order.
Hey I warned you!
Here’s more from the New York Post, first with a little scene-setting:
I struggled not to roll my eyes when in stumbled a man clutching three MacBook Pros. He was about my height, six feet tall, but a little heavier. He wore casual clothing — dark blue and gray. Alcohol fumes preceded him. He slid the three laptops onto the bar counter as he fumbled for a seat.
“I’m glad you’re still open,” he said. “I just came from the cigar bar, and they told me about your shop, but I had to hurry because you close at seven.”
He looked older than me but had a surprisingly high-pitched voice. An air of entitlement radiated off him.
“Great,” I thought. “Another one who thinks the world revolves around them.”
To him I said cordially, “You made it just in time.”
“I need the data recovered off these, but they all have liquid damage and won’t turn on,” he said.
“Well, let’s get you checked in and see what’s going on.” One of the computers had a Beau Biden Foundation sticker covering the Apple logo, but I wasn’t sure at first whom I was talking to. I opened my customer relationship management software (CRM) and asked him for his first name.
“Hunter,” he said.
I then asked him for his last name. He paused and looked at me funny, as if I were from another country and how dare I not know who he was?
“Ah, Biden,” he responded, with a sarcastic edge.
And then … well, this.
The 13-inch 2015 MacBook Pro was in slightly better shape. It could boot up, but the keyboard was unresponsive. I pulled out an external keyboard and asked for permission to log in.
Hunter started laughing.
“My password is f–ked up. Don’t be offended!” he said, before announcing that it was “analf–k69” or something to that extent. His inebriated condition made it difficult to understand is speech. My eyes widened a bit, and I told him that maybe it would be best if he tried to log in himself.
“Hey, you fixed it!” he stated, slurring slightly. I asked if he had an external keyboard that he could use to get around the failure of his internal keyboard, and he just looked at me blankly.
“Here, you can borrow this one to perform the recovery yourself,” I told him. “That way I don’t have to check it in and bill you. Just bring it back when you’re done.”
It would have been less work for me that way, and again, I felt bad for this guy.I pulled the blinds and locked the door to avoid any more interruptions, then grabbed an Amstel Light from the fridge and planted myself in front of the recovery Mac.
Here’s where things started to get interesting.
STARTED? Read the rest here if you can take it. I’ll tell ya right now the pictures at that article are NOT fun to see.
Hey I TOLD y’all it was gross.