Huma Abedin Gears Up for Engagement Celebration with Alex Soros

Huma’s Partner Needs to Stay Silent

Huma. Last name — for now — Abedin.

Once a key ally of Hillary and someone who seeks significance. One friend describes her as, “She’ll turn on you in 15 minutes.”

If you wanted to reach Hillary, you first had to consult Huma. If you wanted to interview Hillary, you’d need Huma’s approval first. The grilling of those at Coney Island seems simpler.

Her marriage to Anthony Weiner, whose scandals grabbed more headlines than Hillary’s, created quite a stir. Weiner’s career went down the drain, just like him. Now that Huma is back in the spotlight, he’s trying to make a comeback. Like we really need another inconsequential Brooklyn congressman showing off his assets online.

There’s an engagement party for Huma on the horizon. I know the details — who, where, and what. The guest list for the 7 p.m. gathering, communicated through phone calls, remains more discreet than Biden’s intellect. Celebrities? Few. Politicians? From every place except Syria.

The latest fiancé is Alex Soros. The son of Hungarian billionaire George. The very same figure determined to undermine the USA. He’s 39, she’s 48. What could be a more fitting pair? Born in Katonah, the groom is the same guy who backs anti-American protests. Is this really her choice?

It appears she craves wealth, recognition, and power. Her first husband was notorious for his indecent exposure, while she seems to revel in her hostile ideologies. This first spouse, even with a vow to keep his private life private — was not on the guest list. He has a lot to say — but is a bit short on diapers.

The City’s Latest Relic

You must check out CPW’s newly renovated Museum of Natural History. It’s been completely refreshed. The highlight? The newly added Stegosaurus. Paleobiologist Roger Benson informed me that it stands 11 feet tall, roamed the Earth 150 million years ago, and was discovered in — are you ready? — Dinosaur, Colorado. It was preserved when it was compacted into sand and rock, only uncovered when the rock eroded. My friend Robert Zimmerman snapped a picture of us — then humorously remarked, “The Stegosaurus’ Botox was superior.”

Massive Vintage

DON’T even think about outshining a Trump. They know how to capitalize on anything. I’m dining at the Italian restaurant Due on the Upper East Side. The manager, Ernesto, approaches with a large, classy-looking bottle that’s opaque but has clear text. The big white letters read “Trump.”

Inside, it contains Cabernet Sauvignon from 2022. You’re informed, “It’s an estate bottle.” What that truly means, who knows? I can confirm it’s not Manischewitz. In bold print on the outside, you can find the name — in white — Eric Trump.

So, Trump & Co. has hotels, buildings, golf courses, legislative influence, real estate, towers, castles — and now — wine. Personally signed — yes, PERSONALLY — by Eric Trump. Priced at $34.99 on their wine website — which I had no idea existed.

THE CIA feels certain that adversarial nations unlikely to attack us. You know why? They couldn’t navigate through the chaos.

Only in DC, folks, only in DC.