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Discussing his romantic travails, Hunter’s therapist texted, “You’re avoiding being the chosen one, because you were not the chosen one, by your step-mother.”

While their father took them to rallies or stump speeches or had them up to Capitol Hill for field days, it was, “from the moment we left the hospital,” Hunter writes, that “we had our dad’s sister — Aunt Val, move in and not only take care of our immediate daily needs but also be as warm and tender and emotive as a mother figure could possibly be.”

What’s not in the book is all a matter of public record. Him trading on his father’s name for high-paying gigs in Ukraine and China, barely qualified, and — reading between the lines of this book — barely working or functional because of his binges.

There is no clearer recent example of left-wing media bias than the glow-up collectively given Hunter Biden, whose only sin, they would have it, is being an addict.

Why are so many prominent reporters and columnists covering this memoir — those who pride themselves on always being right-thinking and woke — able to avoid asking this hard, obvious question: How many black or Hispanic crack addicts do you know who have never served time? Who got a mortgage for a $1.6 million home, as Hunter did in 2006, with no money down?

Who got appointed to the board of Amtrak or scored super-high-paying gigs “consulting” for international firms while high on crack and booze? Given passes for cheating on their wives with strippers, hookers, or their dead brother’s wife? While knocking up a stripper on the side?

And is then rewarded with a rumored $2 million book deal?

There’s a lot of padding in this book: Pages on the socioeconomic history of Delaware, on how, where and with whom Hunter smoked crack (as boring as it sounds), a bland and exculpatory 17½-page chapter on what he says he did to earn $50,000 a month from Burisma.

“Make sure,” Hunter tells us, “Burisma further implemented corporate practices that were up to ethical snuff.”

Oh, yes: When it comes to ethics, Hunter Biden’s clearly your guy.

“I’m leaving you because you are having an affair and you have been emotionally abusive,” Hunter’s wife Kathleen e-mailed him in July 2016, months before Hunter claimed they had officially separated. Hunter and Beau’s widow, Hallie Biden, didn’t go public until March 2017, after Page Six broke the story.

From left: Ashley Biden, Hunter Biden and Beau Biden watch then-VP Joe Biden speak at the 2012 DNC in Charlotte, North Carolina. Streeter Lecka/Getty Images

Hunter claimed a deep and profound trauma bond with Hallie over Beau’s death. Turns out it wasn’t that poetic.

“You say you were surprised by my asking for a separation and needed time to process it,” Kathleen wrote. “I was surprised when I found your bottles of Viagra and Cialis. I was surprised when I found airline purchases and jewelry purchases.”

In her divorce filing, Kathleen, mother of their three girls, accused Hunter of blowing the family’s money on hookers, strippers and drugs. She said he had maxed out the family’s credit cards, owed over $300,000 in taxes and had moved $122,179 from a joint account into his own.

Kathleen also discovered Hunter had come into possession of an $80,000 diamond ring — which Hunter later told The New Yorker had been gifted to him by a Chinese tycoon. Nothing to see here, totally cool.

Hunter Biden is also under investigation for his business dealings in China.

How is none of this in Hunter Biden’s memoir? If Simon & Schuster really paid Hunter seven figures for this book, you’d think they’d demand their money’s worth.

It gets better. Hunter, after begging his father to issue a statement of support, moves in with Hallie and begins parenting the two children she shared with Beau.

He then simultaneously, according to messages found on the laptop he left at a repair shop, seemingly hooks up with Hallie’s married sister Elizabeth.

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