By Hans Wilder | Wilder Treatment
Digital Media USA
So now Jake Tapper—CNN’s well-coiffed court jester, Biden’s unofficial bedtime storyteller, and certified member of the Ministry of Truth—wants to play journalist?
He’s got a book coming out. A book! About how—brace yourself—Joe Biden might not be up for the presidency. Oh, really? Well tickle me with a feather and call me shocked. This is like the Titanic’s cruise director writing a memoir two years later: “Turns out the iceberg was kind of a big deal.”
For four years, Tapper and his network of pre-chewed, pre-approved government talking heads gaslit the American people. Biden was “sharp,” “focused,” “empathetic,” and “the steady hand America needed.” Meanwhile, Grandpa Joe was shaking hands with ghosts and reading stage directions off a teleprompter like it was Shakespeare. And what did Tapper do? Nodded. Smirked. Pivoted to “Let’s talk about Trump’s golf score.”
Where was this hard-hitting journalism when Biden was mumbling through pressers like a man trying to remember where he parked the car in 1972? Where was this book deal when the southern border collapsed, the price of eggs went airborne, and the guy with the nuclear codes couldn’t even find the exit?
I’ll tell you where it was—stuffed in the same drawer as Hunter’s laptop and the Afghanistan disaster timeline. Buried. Suppressed. Hidden like a Christmas fruitcake you pretend you forgot.
And now—now—Jake Tapper emerges like some grizzled truth-teller, dragging his conscience out of hibernation just in time to save what’s left of CNN’s credibility before the next election. It’s not journalism, folks—it’s opportunism in a suit and tie. It’s like the arsonist selling fire insurance.
Let’s be real: Tapper didn’t break the story. He followed the story. The American people, Trump supporters especially, were screaming about Biden’s unfitness from day one. Hell, Trump told us in 2020 that Biden was a puppet. A vessel. An empty vessel full of D.C. swamp water and donor fumes.
Now Jake wants to play whistleblower? Please. He was the damn flute.
So here’s your Wilder Treatment in a nutshell: Jake Tapper spent four years polishing Biden’s image like a used Buick with a blown transmission—and now he’s writing a book warning us the engine’s shot? Congratulations, Jake. You’ve officially become the weatherman who shows up after the hurricane.
Meanwhile, Trump is still out there—unscripted, unbought, and unafraid. And like it or not, he’s the only guy who called the con while the rest of the media played dumb. He didn’t need a book deal to tell us Biden was unfit. He just needed a microphone and a brain that still runs at full capacity.
So Jake, enjoy your late-to-the-party publishing payday. But don’t expect a Pulitzer for finally admitting the emperor has no pants—especially when you helped him get dressed.
