MAUREEN CALLAHAN: Alec Baldwin and Hilaria are finished in the court of public ... trends now
How you say in English . . . Sick and disgusting?
Hey, George Santos, step aside! It's time that Hilaria Baldwin reminds us all of what a truly unhinged fraud looks and sounds like — and she does it in a fake Spanish accent while wearing high heels, leather pants, statement tops and babies strapped all over herself while her husband faces serious criminal charges and potential prison time.
You think that's easy?
¡Ay caramba, nothing will stop Hilaria, née Hillary Lynn Hayward-Thomas from Boston, descendant of the Mayflower, from sticking to her years-long lie that she's actually Spanish. How amazing to watch her castigate the paparazzi outside the Baldwins' luxury Manhattan apartment building, wearing a green sweatshirt emblazoned with the word 'EMPATHY,' waving her hands around to display her perfectly manicured nails, newborn attached in a sling, all in that fake Spanish accent.
'I want you guys to realize that we have seven kids.'
Um, we know. We got the memo a looong time ago. All you do is display those poor kids on your Instagram account. And frankly, it too often seems like those 'happy family' posts exist to torment Halyna Hutchins's widower — made so by your husband's tragic mistake — and young son.
Said posts also seem grossly inappropriate, teetering on sexually suggestive: See Hilaria's endless sexy-mommy-yoga-poses-with-her-latest-bambino — whose neck may or may not be supported, depending on Hilaria's best camera angle — or Alec's bizarre post Sunday night, captioning a photo of Hilaria and her toddler son as a kind of leering come-on.
Casa Baldwin seems deeply unwell, on many levels.
Back to Hilaria's natural habitat, the roadside presser, where she can briefly slake her constant thirst for media attention while running on fumes of self-righteousness. Check out her oversize movie-star sunglasses, worn on an overcast day. Mamí will not sacrifice glam, no matter how dire the circumstances.
How amazing to watch her castigate the paparazzi outside the Baldwins' luxury Manhattan apartment building, wearing a green sweatshirt emblazoned with the word 'EMPATHY,' waving her hands around to display her perfectly manicured nails, newborn attached in a sling, all in that fake Spanish accent.
'So on a human level,' New York's own Rachel Dolezal continued, 'you guys know I'm not gonna say anything to you.'
Huh? She's talking to a pack of reporters to tell them she's not going to talk to them?
'So pleees,' she said, 'leave my family in peace.'
There are so many questions to ask Hilaria in moments like these, but my number-one-with-a-bullet ask remains: 'Hilaria, after all this time, for real — what's with the fake Spanish accent?'
Anyway, that presser turned out to be a mere diversion, allowing Alec — who had just been slapped with involuntary manslaughter charges — to speed away to NYC's Film Center Building, where he was photographed smiling. Actually, he seemed to be laughing, really enjoying all this attention.
Think about that. This is a man with a history of attacking photographers on the streets of New York for no good reason. Now that he is undeniably newsworthy for something truly terrible, he seems to love the paps! It's all so ghastly and twisted.
And Alec trusts no one more than Hilaria to be his ambassador. Over the past three days we've been treated to her pap walks — I mean, someone in that $16 million dollar apartment, staffed with nannies and God knows how many
