There’s been plenty said already about Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, and the media saturation is nauseating. This entry is not so much about this weirdo who has somehow virtually overnight garnered a degree of notoriety that allows her to be identified by just her three initials as it is about her as window dressing. And at any rate, there’s not much to her as an individual subject.
Her handlers have had her shake it like a polaroid picture, literally via Instagram, and like such a photo’s quick development, her positions barely have time to “dry ” before they’re proven bogus by her diametrically opposed actions that are easily tracked in the public record. And yet, her followers do not care. They want to “like” her dance routine/preparation of macaroni and cheese twice. Maybe ten times. I find it very shocking to witness; the work of degrading and disrespecting the audience has as its fruit double time exposure as the rest of us who do not buy in — who laughed off the bat at her emoji-fake expressions knowing exactly who “she” is — have no chance of interjecting anything factual to this crowd, convinced they are doing socialism.