When I was 32, I’d bought and sold two houses and bought a third, prevailed over a national homebuilder in a purchase contract dispute, risen to a position of prominence in my chosen profession, won a handful of industry awards as determined by industry peers, was managing my third and fourth brokerage (401k, IRA) accounts, served in an advisory role for two education-related organizations and knew my way around local government bureaucracy enough accomplish specific goals without declaring myself a victim of “the system”.

In short, I wasn’t some babe in the woods without a clue. Nor was I part of a seven-figure business concern and an adviser to the president, but there aren’t many of those.

For all we know, Jared Kushner may be a fairly sharp character or a charlatan – or both. But it’s not outside the realm of possibility that this 32-year-old kid (I’ll give you that, he’s a kid) to be in his position. If that's all you have, look deeper for something to complain about.