Vanity Fair talked shit about Ivanka because she didn't smoke crack, hang out with hookers, and bang her brother's widow before his corpse was cold like Hunter (Old story)
>Here is the son of a former vice president and presidential hopeful prophesizing about his new superpower—“the ability to find crack in any town, at any time, no matter how unfamiliar the terrain.” How he got a “master class in crackology” from a woman whom he let crash with him in an apartment not too far from the White House, the two of them interacting “like a deranged, crack-addled version of The Odd Couple,” and learned to cook crack in a bungalow at the Chateau Marmont in Los Angeles, from which he later got politely kicked out, as he had from basically every other hotel he ever stayed in, because of the parade of underworld characters who’d come in and out to deal to him, party with him, steal from him. “Minimum-wage bouncers with side businesses—drugs, girls, access to VIP rooms for tips,” he writes, “now had a new hustle: Me.” He lost count of the stolen wallets and credit cards, the Gucci loafers and $800 sport coats and Rimowa luggage charged to his name. He pogoed through rehabs; sped on a Palm Springs highway only to land in a gulch after ending up in midair at 80 miles per hour; dropped in and out of contact with his daughters and his dad. He got divorced. He dated his brother’s widow, not in the sordid way the tabloids described it. “It seems obvious now,” he writes of the relationship, “but then it was this unspoken, unacknowledged dynamic that had begun to impel us both: the idea that we could keep Beau alive by being together—that by loving each other we somehow could love him back into existence.”
>It is, by all measures, the opposite of Ivanka’s book—a stark, real-world example of the gulf between the former first family and the current one.
https://www.vanityfair.com/news/2021/04/hunter-bidens-unflinching-memoir-is-everything-ivanka-trumps-wasnt
THESE PEOPLE ARE SICK