He’s a lumberjack and he’s OK.
Let’s see. Among his many careers before becoming an inside-the-Beltway fixture, Joe Biden drove an 18-wheeler, worked as a coal miner (oops, sorry — that was his grandfather), and was a bonded messenger for a jeweler (oops, sorry again: That last one was me, except it really happened).
On Monday, Biden added another line to his résumé: He was a lumberjack, or at least was offered a job as one fresh out of college. He announced this newly minted biographical datum while in Boise, where he had traveled, the Daily Mail reports, to visit the National Interagency Fire Center — the federal agency responsible for coordinating the states’ response to wildfires.
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The lumberjack claim came up in the context of schmoozing the audience about what a beautiful state Idaho is and how he had once planned to live there because of the breathtaking scenery. (He’s still campaigning for president!)
I used to tell Frank Church this. I got a — my first job offer, where I wanted — my wife, deceased wife and I wanted to move to Idaho because we — not a joke — it’s such a beautiful, beautiful state. And I interviewed for a job at Boise Cascade.
Frank Church, who died in 1984, was one of Biden’s fellow senators. Boise Cascade is a manufacturer of wood products. Here’s the video.
The Daily Mail notes that the New York Post reached out to Boise Cascade spokeswoman Lisa Tschampl, who told them the company had no record of the job tender: “We checked our system internally and nothing has turned up.”
Not all of Biden’s fabrications are work-related. He has insisted repeatedly that he was arrested in South Africa while attempting to “break into” prison to see then-incarcerated Nelson Mandela. But former U.N Ambassador Andrew Young, who was with Biden on the South Africa trip, says it never happened.
One detail from his ancestry Biden hasn’t boasted about is his great-great-great-grandfather owning slaves. I wonder when he’ll get around to it.
