Slapsie Maxie Waters, the fancy-prancin’ old girl with, arguably, the ugliest personality in Washington, sort of took back her “I am not a crook” mantra at a fruitcake-filled press conference in Washington this morning.
Let the trumpets sound retreat. The old girl looks as if she is backing down — a little.
She has spent so much of her professional life acting like an old witch, even when she was a young witch, Slapsie no longer seems able to help herself.
Did she improperly help her husband’s bank, which has been run under conditions about as shady as Jesse James’s last pair of mangled chaps?
After the latest ethical charges against her became known, she wheeled all of her reliable left wing, race-centric media cannons into firing position so they could shoot down any truths that would be related about her.
Cheating is no more natural to her than eating.
Taking her rhetorical cue from the first President who was a used shoe salesman, Slapsie said it was the fault of the Bush administration (which, unofficially, is not believed to have been complicit in the Lincoln assassination) that she is in sizzling ethical liquid up to her slightly expanded hips.
The charge is that Ms. Putrid Personality of any recent century unduly used her considerable influence to channel big bailout bucks to her husband’s One United Bank, which has enough branches to fil a getaway car. The slippery bank’s image is even nastier than hers.
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Slapsie, who plays a Democratic Congresswoman when she isn’t firing crockpots at people who displease her, said that she was forced to intervene with the Treasury Dept. as an advocate for minority-owned banks seeking federal bailout money. Why was that? She said she was forced to call Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson to arrange a Let’s Talk Bailout meeting with the black bankers association because Treasury, according to this tower of integrity, would not schedule its own appointments with the group.
Slapsie has both hands in three cookie jars, looks up, tries to remember the juiciest lies she ever has told and reprise them. She shakes her disgustingly dishonest head while saying “It’s Bush’s fault, not mine.”
Further:
“The question at this point should not be why I called Secretary Paulson, but why I had to,” she said. “The question at this point should be why a trade association representing over 100 minority banks could not get a meeting at the height of the crisis.”
But here is Slapsie’s huge problem:
When the feds sat down to talk bailout with bankers — supposedly with reps from a 100-bank association — the only bank at the meeting was the one tied to Mr. Slapsie, Sidney Williams. That news just broke.
Shoot, with Slapsie’s version of ethics, the old girl can run for governor of Illinois, unless Blago gets off and returns.
You knew a few weeks ago she was in trouble over the ethics charges in Congress when Slapsie — who did not recently convert to black — howled into a megaphone “the ethics folks are chasing me down the street because of my race.” That line is so fraudulent its shelf life had expired 30 minutes before she landed in Washington for her first of 10 terms. She acts like a chain smoker with that vile accusation.
Raging with hate — situation normal — and smoking like a discount chimney, the elderly rubble rouser threatened to start an uglyquake this morning. Like BP’s oil spill, she ain’t through yet. Slapsie is expected to be twice as messy and just as slimy.
