Maxine Waters Uses L.A. Wildfires To Call For Higher Taxes on ‘The Rich’

Democratic Rep. Maxine Waters, whose district includes the city of Los Angeles, claimed during a NewsNation interview on Friday that she isn’t

“playing politics” with the destructive wildfires sweeping through the region in calling for higher taxes on “the rich.”

In an interview with host Chris Cuomo, Waters — herself a multimillionaire — made the excuse that “services cost money” in response to the resources needed to combat the blazes,

though residents of her city and the state of California already pay some of the highest taxes in the country.

“I’m not into the blame game. I’m not into talking about whether or not Gov. Gavin Newsom (D) is trying to protect himself and run for president, none of that,” Waters told Cuomo.

“The first thing we’ve got to understand is, services cost money, and we should be willing to get the richest people in this country, the richest 1% that is protected, make sure they pay their fair taxes so that we can have the money to provide the services,” she began.

“With that money and with those resources, the people who have been selected or elected to do the job should do the job. I don’t care who it is. It could be Democrat, it could be Republican, it could be whatever,” she continued.

But the fact of the matter is, we all should have heavy hearts right now, but we should have faith and we should be on point by making sure that we do everything to help the people that need us.

“Dammit, you can do the politics later. You can come and talk about Gavin Newsom later. You can talk about the Democrats later,” she insisted.

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