Yep, complete fabrication. She set up a strawman to knock down, and at her next tofu and MD 20-20 party with the black panthers she’ll be craning her neck to listen for compliments on how enlightened and open-minded she is.
And no, I don’t think Kathleen is a commie. She smells more like a goosestepping fascist. Sieg Heil! sweet-cheeks.
She'll get 'em, too, the first time she takes a bundle of coats back to the spare bedroom.