From “Ridiculous” Denial to Millionaire Disclosure
Rep. Ilhan Omar (D-Minn.) is the person I find most abhorrent in Congress, and that’s saying quite a bit when you consider the competition.
Once, she mocked the idea that she was a millionaire, calling it ridiculous and categorically false, daring critics to check her records, claiming they’d only find nothing more than “thousands.”
When critics combed her filings, they discovered her words of incredulity were as hollow as a November campaign yard sign in February.
Her 2024 disclosures show Omar and her husband, political consultant Tim Mynett, have assets valued between $6 million and $30 million.
That isn’t a modest bump: It rivals Hillary’s expertise in cattle futures.
To most Americans, the reward for going from thousands to millions comes from sacrifice, risk, and hard work. Omar, however, seems to have found a shortcut that she’s unwilling to share. If you have the temerity to ask her, you’ll get an eye roll, a pointed lecture, and the accusation of racism she stores in her back pocket.
It’s a formula that has been working for her for years: Blame everybody, accept none.
A Career of Excuses and Evasions
Omar has made a career out of slinging acid from her tongue, such as when she reduced the 9/11 attacks to “… some people did something.”
People were justifiably outraged, but she refused to show humility while accusing critics of Islamophobia, as if disgust at minimizing the murder of 3,000 Americans could be easily explained away as bias.
That was a line that would make a crooked Chicago alderman blush.
We’re watching the same routine play out with her finances; ask how her husband’s companies ballooned from $51,000 to potentially $25 million in about a year, and by asking, you become the villain. In the world she occupies, numbers are wrong, paperwork is full of lies, and anybody questioning her integrity is guilty of being a bigot.
We’re not watching leadership in action: We’re seeing a street-hustler dressed up, wearing a congressional pin.
The Clinton Precedent
This grit is something we’ve seen before. Remember Bill and Hillary Clinton whining when they left the White House in 2001 that they were “dead broke”? The Clintons were hoping we’d forget about their mansions, disregard the six-figure speech fees, and ignore their book deals. Their version of dead broke transformed nothing into mansions faster than you could mutter “Clinton Foundation.”
Omar has completely rewritten the script; instead of pretending she’s broke, she insists, loudly, that she isn’t rich. Funny enough, though, her filings say otherwise.
She’s counting on the noise surrounding Washington to distract, and like the Clintons, she’s relying on voters having bad memories. It’s the oldest game in politics: Plead poverty, rake in and hide the cash, and laugh all the way to the bank.
Hellbound and Down 