Are you freaking kidding me? Thirteen-term Democratic congresswoman Maxine Waters, Beltway barnacle permanently affixed to U.S.S. Government, is now the fresh-faced “rock star” of the Democratic Party.
“Auntie Maxine” is stoking the resistance, inspiring millenials, combating hate, crusading against corruption, and invoking the counterinsurgent cry to “stay woke!”
I do not have enough guffaws to give.
This new spokesmodel for civility and clean government has stoked division and exploited taxpayers for decades.
Change agent? She has served on the Democratic National Committee since 1980—when the Atari 2600 was cutting-edge, Kim Kardashian was a newborn, and Al Franken was hamming it up on Saturday Night Live.
Rep. Waters has spent thirty-seven years in office—many of those years as head of the Congressional Black Caucus—promising to make life better for constituents in economically ravaged South Central Los Angeles.
What do the denizens of her district have to show for it? Staggering levels of persistent unemployment, poverty, and gang violence as the 25th anniversary of the L.A. riots looms this coming weekend.
What does Rep. Waters have to show for it?