I enjoy a good salad, but my go-to for dressing is either olive oil and either red wine vinegar or 18-month-aged balsamic. I know, a snob, right? But I don’t eat it with my pinky out, so there’s that.
I bring this up not to discuss which type of cheese to use with each vinegar (feta with red wine, parmesan with balsamic are the easiest, for the record), but to point out that I am not a connoisseur of apple cider vinegars, so I don’t really know what was going through the head of that weirdo who squirted a flavor injector syringe of the stuff on an ugly sweater Ilhan Omar was wearing Tuesday night, but I suspect it was drugs.
OK, I suspect it was either drugs or hoping he’d remember his cue and things would go as well as they did in rehearsal.
I’m not saying the whole thing was a staged event, but if you were a stupid person trying to distract from all the problems Omar has found herself in recently, this would be near the top of the list for that.
The guy, after getting a little nod from the brother-loving Member of Congress, stood up and went to the right, not toward her. If he wanted to harm Ilhan Omar, he was directly in front of her with nothing between them but the podium and her security seemingly sleeping a good 15 feet off to the side.
It’s all very odd, even staged. While I don’t know exactly what he mumbled as he squired his poultry injector at her, I can say that my listening to the audio rules out him saying, “This MAGA country,” so there’s that.
Also curious was Ilhan’s lack of concern for whatever was squirted on her. If you fear for your life, you might worry it was some kind of toxin or acid, but she only asked for a napkin and “refused” to go get medical attention or have it tested. A cynic might argue that running to the emergency room over a condiment attack undercuts the heroic nature of the case you’d want to make for yourself, so staying and finishing the event is the smart play. I don’t know how it went it dress rehearsal, but the blocking made the Oswald Prison Transfer look like it was choreographed by Bob Fosse.
But it worked. The next day, the day after we learned Omar’s husband, her third (second outside the immediate family), as she is the most sexually liberated woman in Islam (even owns an alleged winery), somehow made a fortune by, as a lawsuit suggests, defrauding investors in some of his businesses, was wiped from the political discussion.
No mention of how her husband’s firm was paid $2.78 million to “consult” on her campaign in 2020, a race she won with 64 percent of the vote after having won with 78 percent, and won again in 2022 with 74 percent. What does $2.78 million of advice look like that ends up making a landslide gerrymandered district closer than it had been since 2006? No one will ever know.
If she had taken a couple of million and stuck it in her bank account, she would be in jail. But she could take the same amount of money, launder it through her husband’s firm for work her district was specifically created to avoid needing, and he could put a huge chunk of it in their joint bank account and it’s perfectly legal corruption.
But no one is talking about it because her ugly sweater got a stain.
By the coverage, you would have thought the guy pulled a gun or, in the tradition of people Ilhan Omar supports, threw acid on her, but no. I’m not saying it isn’t newsworthy, I’m just wondering when the late-night comedians will make “Next time, throw some fries on her first” jokes the way they mocked Senator Rand Paul after his liberal neighbor physically attacked him, breaking ribs and ultimately costing him part of a lung. I’m not holding by breath.
Democrats are gross and evil; there really isn’t any other way to put it. They’re also diabolical. I don’t know if the “squirt heard ‘round the world” was staged or not, but I do know there will not be any serious examination of it, just like there won’t be any investigation into whether or not a guy who kind of looked hammered in the video was or not. If asking questions does Democrats no good, those questions will not only never get answered, but they will be taboo to ask.
It makes the whole thing all the more curious, doesn’t it?
Derek Hunter is the host of the Derek Hunter Show on WMAL in Washington, DC, and has a free daily podcast (subscribe!) and author of the book, Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses, and host of the weekly “Week in F*cking Review” podcast where the news is spoken about the way it deserves to be. Follow him on Twitter at @DerekAHunter.
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