Well ladies and gentlemen, I’ll say this.

There’s a certain fresh young face in Congress now which has been elevated to Kardashian-level status when it comes to the likes of the mainstream media and popular culture looking for a screen in which to project every last shred of dumb-assery they want to get out into the open.

I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Bernie Sanders y’all.

I will take this moment early on in today’s post to level set with you that any mention in today’s or any future smattering of verbal brilliance to “AOC”, “RPOS“, “The Vapid Twaffle”, and “Alexandria Occasional Cortex” found here on TharpSter.Org are in direct reference to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, who represents New York’s 14th district in the U.S. House of Representatives.

Okay, now that I’ve got everyone on the same page, I’ll say what I came here to say today.

The fresh face of a new generation who stands anointed as the cherished darling of the U.S. House and the Democratic Party got that way by winning a primary in a small district that always votes blue.  By doing so, she has been given a national stage to assert authority / expertise that she doesn’t have over subject matter which appears to be well above her capacity to fully comprehend.  I’m talking about AOC y’all.

In her time in the national spotlight, she has said some pretty stupid things.

When called on the stupid things she’s said, she’s admonished us not to get caught up in the facts around what she’s saying, but to focus on the morality of the idea she’s expressing.

Ladies and gentlemen, I would love to tell you that The Vapid Twaffle, resplendent with a late diagnosis of craniosynostosis is just an innocuous non-player character designed to add a little color to the background of our lives.  It would do my heart well to tell you that she’s one of the disposable red shirts which have no significant impact on the overall plot and outcome of the story. It would be awesome if we could look upon her as just another occurrence of the the Wilhelm Scream in the soundtrack of our lives.

I would absolutely love to apply that same line to AOC that Ronald Reagan applied to Walter Mondale in 1984:

Here’s the problem.

In the Star Trek universe, AOC doesn’t wear a red shirt, and she’s not capable of belting out a Wilhelm scream.  For her to take on either of those responsibilities would imply that she’s as innocuous as we want her to be.

She’s not.

Don’t discount this fresh young superstar for anything other than the Keyser Söze convincing you that the devil doesn’t exist.  She is next up in a line of game changers who either have or will change the hearts and minds of a sufficient percentage of the electorate to her dangerous way of thinking.

Naturally you don’t have to believe me.

You can sit there and expect that at one point or another she’ll put on her own Fyre Festival and subsequently be written out of our lives faster than Roseanne was for sending Ambien fueled tweets.  Ladies and gentlemen, the only time that happens is when the content is delivered by persona non grata. 

That won’t happen to AOC.

AOC is the type of person who could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody and not lose voters.

AOC could carry on locker room talk off camera on a hot microphone and talk about grabbing body parts and not be rejected.

AOC could slam a revolving door.

AOC could join a clan of her brethren in the House chambers, dressed in white robes and sit on her hands when statements are made about the plummeting unemployment rates of minorities and then moments later stand and cheer when her own solipsistic goals have hit a milestone. 

The Vapid Twaffle is one to watch ladies and gentlemen.  I know this because of all of the stupid things she has said so far in the hot minute since she went public, she hasn’t been excused from the table and sent to bed without her supper.

We’re still talking about her.

Sadly, more to come.