The article discusses President Joe Biden granting his son Hunter Biden a full pardon for federal gun and tax convictions. Special Counsel David Weiss, handling the cases, opposed dismissing charges entirely, arguing the pardon does not erase culpability or suggest improper prosecution.
The article also highlights political controversy surrounding the decision, with critics questioning the credibility of prior White House statements denying a pardon. The article reflects on legal and procedural implications and ongoing debates over the issue.
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