Like many of you, I thoroughly enjoyed watching Republican U.S. Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene, R-Ga., hoot and heckle and boo hiss boo the President of the United States of America.
For one thing, it’s the way I like my politics these days – dysfunctional and loud and boiled down to our loudest red blooded Americans against your loudest red blooded Americans in a battle of chest thumping and if you can’t stand the dysfunction go find you another junction, this is our time to ruction.
In short, don’t like what the other side is doing? Holler at them when they try to talk.
Show them your backside and shout, “what’s this match? Here’s a hint, look in the mirror.”
Call them names. Register your displeasure loud and clear for all to hear, then tweet a lot about how dumb and unpatriotic they are for daring to have different ideas.
Besides, what else should the U.S. Congress be for if not to set a good example for banana republics, PTOs and HOAs everywhere.
Don’t like the new politics? Tough tiddlywinks. Just be glad we don’t come down there while you’re talking policy and give you a wedgie or duct tape you to the podium and take your lunch money. Or throw a high heel.
Or take off our Lula Roe britches and use them as slingshots.
Anyhow, Rep. Greene – or is it Rep. Taylor Greene? – by now should have some sort of special name, like Cher or Bono or Liberace or The Undertaker.
And, she deserves her own song. Who better than some dumb hack editor twiddling his forlorn way through the twilight of his career to offer one up? Lots of people, that’s who, but I’ve never let that stop me before.
I call this one, Marjorie Taylor Greene. the Disco Version.
Marjorie Taylor Greene There ain’t no in between She loves to be seen She likes to make a scene She’s a MAGA machine She don’t like no vaccine She should’ve been a marine Old Marjorie Taylor Greene She’s the American Dream Yeah yeah yeah.
Get down, get down Now get back up..
Chorus!
She’s our super Marjory A super freedom repository A one-woman marjority A freedom suppository She got lots of arteries She probably likes archery She might really be from Hungary She’s our Super Marjory Second verse: Oh good old Marjorie Taylor Greene She’s like a rebel queen She’s got lots of spleen Someone should intervene Put her on a submarine Feed her refried beans Shoot her to Abilene Give her some acetylene And lots of caffeine She’s so Byzantine Nobody can contravene Old Marjorie Taylor Greene She’s the American Dream Yeah yeah yeah Get down, get down Now get back up.
Chorus: She’s our super Marjory She don’t have no inferiority Congress is her sorority She’ll convince all minorities Of her innate superiorities Wait til she has seniority She’ll straighten out my priorities She’s the Super Marjory She ain’t some kind of wallaby Get down get down and get back up Uh-huh Better not quit my day job whee.
Up next: Marjorie Taylor Greene’s BFF, Rep. AOC. In the meantime, remember that heckling is good for you. It clears out the solar plexus and gives you good Chakri. And look at it like this: Pretend government is a great a big college football game between two competing teams, the Republicans and the Democrats, and think of Greene and her peers in Congress as cheerleaders trying to cheer their sides on to victory because it’s about winning, not what’s best for this country. Not anymore.