Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is my congresswoman.  I know that because I drove two hours to vote against her, to no avail.  The rude woman at the poll challenged my vote because my signature didn't match from when I registered as a Conservative in 1976.  It's possible that the "C" next to my name provoked her ire, because the man in front of me, a stinky white nonagenarian from the retirement home, escorted by an apparently olfactory-challenged, nice, and tolerant young black woman (she smiled as he told the poll lady she was his illegitimate love-child) didn't sign at all, and the malicious monitor didn't throw her challenge flag. I explained that I had been crushed against a wall by a 48' tractor-trailer in 2008, and my hand had been cut off and sewn back on, which was why I was wearing a glove.  I offered to show her my driver's license, which had proved enough, lo these many years.  She said ID...(Read Full Article)