AOC Has Full-Blown Temper Tantrum On House Floor, Throws Notebook During Irate Speech

Radical congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez entered full meltdown mode during her remarks from the House floor Thursday morning while debating the removal of Ilhan Omar from the Foreign Affairs Committee. Omar faced punishment from the GOP-led lower chamber for past anti-Semitic remarks. She also famously described 9/11 as just something some people did.

“Don’t tell me that this is about a condemnation of anti-Semitic remarks,” AOC screamed while trying to defend a member of the Squad. “This is about targeting women of color in the United States of America,” Ocasio-Cortez then claimed, playing the race card against a Republican majority that nominated Byron Donalds for Speaker of the House at one point last month.

As the rant ended, the theatrical congresswoman slammed her notepad down on the podium. Of course, AOC can spew whatever she wants. It doesn’t change the fact that Omar is widely seen as an anti-Semite because of her past statements on certain issues pertaining to both Israel and Jewish Americans. And this isn’t Republicans just saying that.

Even the new House Minority Leader, Hakeem Jeffries, who is no friend of honesty conversations and basic decency, condemned his own peer for her past statements regarding the Jewish peoples. “A refugee elected to the United States Congress, duly sent back to the House by her constituents in Minnesota. Now, Representative Omar certainly has made mistakes. She has used anti semitic tropes that were clearly and unequivocally condemned by House Democrats when it took place four years ago…” Jeffries recently admitted.

AOC also used her time in front of the podium to go full preacher mode. Flanked by a pair of African-American representatives, AOC stammered her way through an insufferable portrayal of Baptist ministry while trying to work up her self-righteous anger and play to her base.

Funnily enough, this isn’t the first time AOC sampled another culture to score political points. As one Twitter commenter said, “my favorite version of AOC is the black southern baptist preacher version.” Here was that atrocity: “I’m proud to be a bartender. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with working retail folding clothes for other people to buy. There is nothing wrong with preparing the food that your neighbors will eat. There is nothing wrong with driving the buses that take your family to work. There is nothing wrong with being a working person in the United States of America. And there is everything dignified about it.”

Continuing, and sticking with the accent and diction she said, “I don’t feel no ways tired. I’ve come too far. From where I started from, nobody told me that the road would be easy. I don’t believe he brought me this far to leave me.”

Watch AOC have a tantrum on the House floor in this video:

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