I'm My Own Ted Cruz

I'm squeamish about trauma. AOC isn't.

The mind gets inflexible, and I’m ashamed to say that two years ago, when I was 49 and she was 29, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez registered to me as too young, too online and too DSA to be a leader in Congress. 

My objections piled up. Too stylish, hair too long, too groovy—until an image of Robert Kennedy flashed before me. My criticism of AOC was no less sq…

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