Here we are again—Delaware, the state that gave us Joe Biden, is back in the spotlight, and surprise, surprise, it’s not for anything good. This time, the story centers on the ex-husband of Jill Biden, Bill Stevenson, and a tragic scene that unfolded in his Wilmington home just before the new year.
Police were called to Stevenson’s house around 11:16 p.m. last Sunday night to respond to a “domestic dispute.” What they found wasn’t just a disagreement over what to watch on TV. Instead, they found Linda Stevenson, Bill’s wife, unresponsive in the living room. Despite life-saving efforts, she was pronounced dead at the scene.
The New Castle County Police Department has launched a “death investigation.” Not a murder investigation, mind you. Even though the daughter of the deceased told the Daily Mail that she believed her mother was murdered, the sheriff’s office insists, “No, it is a death investigation.” Because, as we all know, in Democrat-run Delaware, calling things by their real names is frowned upon. Wouldn’t want to assign blame before running it through the political spin cycle.
Now, here’s where it gets even messier. According to TMZ, Bill Stevenson himself was the one who called 911. He was also present when police arrived and declared Linda dead. No charges have been filed. Just a “wait and see” approach. We’re told the body was turned over to the Delaware Division of Forensic Science for an autopsy. You’ll forgive us if we don’t hold our breath for any real answers.
Let’s not ignore the backstory here. Bill Stevenson isn’t just some random guy. He’s the man Jill Biden married in 1970, before she left him in 1975 and married Joe Biden in 1977. Stevenson has long maintained that Jill was having an affair with Joe while they were still married. According to Stevenson, Jill skipped a trip with him in August 1974 to “look after Biden’s kids.” Joe’s first wife had died in a car crash, and Joe was in need of a caretaker. Jill, apparently, went from being the nanny to the wife.
The Bidens, of course, have their own fairytale version. They claim they didn’t start dating until March 1975, long after Jill and Bill separated. But the timeline doesn’t quite add up, and Stevenson has never backed down from his version of events. In a 2020 interview, he said, “If it wasn’t for my divorce, I never would’ve met my wife, Linda, and she’s the greatest thing in my life.”
That’s what he said. “The greatest thing in my life.” And now she’s dead, after a domestic dispute, in the house they shared, and no charges have been filed.
You’d think the media would be crawling all over this story. After all, if this were Melania Trump’s ex-husband and his wife turned up dead under suspicious circumstances, MSNBC would already have a special report, CNN would have set up camp on the front lawn, and Rachel Maddow would be halfway through a 2-hour monologue connecting it to Russian collusion.
But this? Crickets.
And the Office of Joe and Jill Biden? No comment. Nothing. Not a peep. The same folks who can’t stop moralizing about “decency” and “character” suddenly have nothing to say when the skeletons start rattling in their own walk-in closet.
This is what Democrat privilege looks like, folks. If you’re part of the Biden orbit, you’re immune to the rules the rest of us live under. A woman dies in your home after a domestic dispute, and it’s just a “death investigation.” No mugshot, no press conference, no accountability.
Meanwhile, the rest of us are left wondering what really happened behind closed doors in that Wilmington house—and whether justice will ever catch up with the people who hide behind power and politics.
Because in a country where the truth is treated like a scandal and silence is the official response of the ruling class, we’d better start asking the hard questions—before they bury the answers right along with the victims.