What can be said that hasn’t already been said about the erstwhile bartender from the Bronx, Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (D-NY), who desperately craves attention like Michael Moore frantically searching for his car keys so he can race to McDonald’s for a bag of Quarter Pounders with Cheese?

What could be more galling than a 32-year-old congresswoman who sprints to every TV camera she can find and has become the darling of the left-wing media who take her every word as “progressive” wisdom, yet she hasn’t sponsored or co-sponsored a single piece of legislation of note? Moreover, she spends almost zero time in her congressional district, and yet is touted by some on the left as a future Democrat president of the United States? And AOC being AOC, she continues to milk the crap out of every minute of adulation.

Anyway, a Wednesday tweet by GQ pretty much sums it up:

Presenting GQ’s October cover star: The congresswoman opens up on the critical need for men to join the fight for abortion rights, whether she believes she’ll ever be president, and much more.

Another cult of personality?

Presenting GQ's October cover star: @AOC. The congresswoman opens up on the critical need for men to join the fight for abortion rights, whether she believes she'll ever be president, and much more https://t.co/uwWSexYB8h pic.twitter.com/UqOnSNwZ2y

— GQ Magazine (@GQMagazine) September 7, 2022

Uh-huh. And it’s the “much more” part that’s pure AOC.

In the October issue of GQ in an article sickeningly titled, AOC’s Fight for the Future, GQ writer Wesley Lowery glowingly blathers:

Almost four years after her improbable arrival in Washington, Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has become the political voice of a generation—and a cultural star whose power transcends politics. Now, as the country hurtles toward the midterm elections, AOC opens up about the battle over abortion, her own shot at the presidency, and why it’s critical that men step up now.

Every word of the above is silly, of course, but the “political voice of a generation and a cultural star whose power transcends politics” is laugh-out-loud hysterical and seldom taken seriously. Yo, Wesley? Please give us just one example of Sandy Cortez‘s success in any area, other than perhaps making a killer chocolate martini.

We’ll wait.

As the case with most of the Democrat Party, the lapdog media, and Hollywood Looney Tunes, Donald Trump lives rent-free in AOC’s head, 24x7x365. The leader of the so-called Squad told GQ she not only worries about marrying a white man (her fiancé) and feels mistreated by her fellow Democrats; she’s also terrified that Trump supporters could kill her within weeks, or even days, simply because so many people hate women. Crazy as a loon? Hell, AOC, maybe they’re just mad because they can’t date you.

I hold two contradictory things at the same time. One is just the relentless belief that anything is possible. But at the same time, my experience here has given me a front-row seat to how deeply and unconsciously, as well as consciously, so many people in this country hate women. And they hate women of color.

And AOC’s fear of her impending “murder”?

People ask me questions about the future. And realistically, I can’t even tell you if I’m going to be alive in September. And that weighs very heavily on me. And it’s not just the right wing. Misogyny transcends political ideology: left, right, center.

Wait — so a sitting United States congresswoman is afraid she could be killed by a raging misogynist at any time? Even more so than a plain ol’ run-of-the-mill MAGA Republican? Are they in the room with you right now, Alex?

Unsurprisingly, it’s AOC’s disappointment with her treatment by members of her own party that most disappoints the Instagram star. After her election in 2018, she whined to GQ that it was House Democrats who gave her the cold shoulder.

It was open hostility, open hostility to my presence, my existence. Since I got here, literally day one, even before day one, I’ve experienced a lot of targeting diminishment from my party. And the pervasiveness of that diminishment; it was all-encompassing at times. I feel a little more steady on my own two feet now.

Why on earth would they harbor ill will toward an erstwhile bartender who runs to the media at a drop of the hat, arrogantly and cluelessly moaning incessantly about the faults of her own party, while trying to primary “moderate” Democrats?

Then again, the “future of the Democrat Party” fretted:

Imagine working a job and your bosses don’t like you and folks on your team are suspicious of you. And then the competing company is trying to kill you.

Have you ever been to a party where you looked around and thought everyone else in the room was crazy?

Maybe the crazy one was you.