Nancy Mace, the self-proclaimed champion of feminist contradictions, has really outdone herself this time. Over the weekend, this congresswoman from the Palmetto State managed to simultaneously record herself having a meltdown while paradoxically claiming that she holds the line against unhinged lunatics. One might say it was an impressive juggling act of irony and delusion. Mace, ever the astute provocateur, posted a video ostensibly trying to expose an innocent, albeit flamboyant, gentleman for daring to ask if she would be hosting any town halls this year. Clearly, that’s a bridge too far into absurdity for Mace.

But wait, folks, Mace is no ordinary conservative. Oh no! She’s flaunting her conservative badge of honor, telling her “disgraceful” constituent about her monumental efforts. When it comes to aligning with conservative principles, she’s as on target as a dart thrown by a carnival clown at a political debate. Her attempt to woo the ever-elusive millennial voter by dropping her progressive street cred in casual conversation is as subtle as a marching band in a library.

And speaking of irony, Mace is the very woman who once filed a lawsuit to join the prestigious male-dominated Citadel, shaking up the very ‘boys club’ norms she’s now seemingly railing against. Oh, how the tables have turned. From crashing through the gates of a men’s military academy to now hosting a moral parade on what she deems worthy of conservative credentials, Mace is reminding us that she’s a full-time performer in the stage production of Washington D.C.’s “Game of Thrones: The Feminist Edition.”

But here’s the zinger—after orchestrating such an egregious public outburst over a simple question, Mace paints herself as the victim of leftist insanity. It’s no wonder she feels she’s ’24/7 on the frontlines of reason,’ considering her concept of civil discourse involves shouting down anyone who questions her scheduling plans. This is performance art, folks. Grab your popcorn.

Ah, and lest we forget, there is a silver lining in Mace’s tale of woe: merchandise! Her grandstanding on the brink of hysteria is conveniently timed with a shameless plug for some good old-fashioned merchandise. Because nothing says ‘steady leadership’ like ending a diatribe with an infomercial. Perhaps the message here is less about political discourse and more about the beauty of capitalism—even if that capitalism wears the costume of a self-identified ‘Republican’ who dances to the rhythm of her own chaos.