Et tu, Huntus?

Just when Democrats thought things couldn't get worse, Hunter turns up and stabs them in the back.

Hunter Biden went on a tirade the other day, attacking pretty much everybody in and around the Democrat Party over the ignominious end to his father's political career, proving that one should never get between a freeloading, occasional crack addict painter and his meal ticket.

Video clips from the 3-hour interview are flying around social media like bats. I tried to watch a few, but it was difficult to get through them, particularly as I am trying to reduce my exposure to the F-word.

I find that if you are constantly exposed to the f-word, inevitably, you will begin deploying it with reckless abandon. Relying on the f-word limits one's vocabulary. There are so many wonderful words and phrases for us to choose from that could convey our sense of outrage, betrayal, or even amorous intent. Why in the name of sweet, merciful Zeus do we insist on limiting ourselves to one four-letter word?

But avoiding the f-word is not an easy feat, especially now that the Big Brains in the Democrat Party have decided that the way to win over voters is to f**king use the f-word every f**king time they open their f**king mouths.

In that respect, Hunter Biden is staying true to the party. Like a meth-addled chimpanzee with an Uzi, Hunter spent the interview indiscriminately firing f-bombs at everybody.

He went after Jake Tapper over his anonymously-sourced book, describing it as a "money grab," which, stop and marvel at the irony. He attacked political operatives James Carville and David Axelrod as has-beens. Hunter even blasted the former Obama bros from "Pod Save America" for "dining out" on their association with Barack Obama to become millionaires (again, stop and marvel).

Hunter accused Nancy Pelosi of monkey-wrenching Kamala Harris' campaign, claiming that the former speaker didn't want her to be the nominee. He also blasted Nancy for never giving a "full-throated" endorsement of his father.

But Hunter reserved his most scathing, cuss-filled rage for George Clooney over the actor calling for Biden to drop out of the race from the pages of the New York Times.

Nobody was spared. Hunter mowed down everyone he could think of.

I don't know what he hoped to accomplish.

With the Democrat Party bleeding support and its favorable rating somewhere below syphilis, Hunter Biden's decision to bust through the wall like the Kool-Aid man, hollering "F**k, yeah!" seems just a tad unwise.

Then again, timing has never been a Biden family strength.

Remember all the times Joe blundered in and dropped a giant turd on Kamala's campaign?

The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

I suspect similar cuss-fueled tirades are an everyday occurrence in the Biden household. Now that Joe has been put out to pasture and they can no longer profit from his name, the various members of the Biden family have a lot of time to chronicle the sins committed against them by disloyal Democrats.

The Washington Examiner's Byron York suggested Hunter may have been the one doing the talking, but the words were precisely what Joe Biden would want to say if he were still capable of stringing together a coherent sentence. I'd go further. I think Hunter's blistering criticism also echoes what Jill Biden and all the other assorted Bidens would love to say while the cameras roll.

This is the kind of political infighting that Nancy Pelosi was a master at tamping down when she was the de facto leader of the party. But Nancy doesn't lead the party anymore. Nobody does.

The Democrat Party is as useless and expendable as a vestigial organ, flopping pointlessly around Capitol Hill while occasionally cussing like a brothel madam.

Hunter's betrayal of the people who defended him for years will not be met with the same unified pushback that Pelosi would have mustered. Instead, it will fester and spread like sepsis through the liberal body politic.

And you know what? I'm okay with that.