Empty Greene: She Was Always Full of Dog Shit, Now We Just See It
The attack dog has turned on its master, and the master has kicked the dog to the curb. In the end, they both got exactly what they deserved.
The stench of political opportunism has never reeked quite as putrid as it does wafting from the offices of Marjorie Taylor Greene—a woman whose breathtaking reversals make a weather vane look steadfast.
Picture this: A woman who once prowled the halls of Congress like a rabid fuck ass hyena, snarling at colleagues, flipping off fellow representatives as she storms out of chambers like a petulant child denied candy. This same creature now stands before microphones demanding accountability from the very man she once defended with the ferocity of a junkyard dog protecting its favorite bone.
The metamorphosis is nothing short of nauseating.
The Death Throes of Loyalty
Just months ago, Greene was Trump's most slavish devotee, a political bottom-feeder who would have licked his boots clean if commanded. She defended January 6th insurrectionists as "political prisoners," organized cozy visits to stroke their egos in jail cells, and screamed herself hoarse defending every Trump transgression with the desperate intensity of a drowning woman clutching driftwood.
But watch her now—Christ, just watch her now—as she slithers away from her master the moment the political winds shift. When Trump posted his pathetic ultimatum about the Epstein files, declaring that supporters who continued asking questions were "weak" and unwelcome, Greene's response was swift and brutal: she immediately signed onto legislation demanding the release of those very files, then posted a declaration of independence that would make Benedict Arnold blush.
"I am loyal to nobody except my Lord and savior," she proclaimed, the words dripping with the kind of sanctimonious bullshit that makes your stomach turn. This from a woman who spent years genuflecting before Trump like he was the Second Coming himself.
The Israel Flip-Flop: A Masterclass in Bullshit
Nothing—and I mean nothing—exposes Greene's intellectual bankruptcy quite like her schizophrenic stance on Israel. This is the same woman who once stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the most ardent Zionists in Congress, now suddenly positioning herself as some kind of America First budget hawk, demanding cuts to Israeli aid with the zeal of a convert.
"Israel bombed a Catholic church in Gaza," she now bleats, her voice cracking with manufactured outrage. "That entire population is being wiped out." The words taste like ash coming from the mouth of someone who previously cheered every Israeli military action like she was watching fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Her amendment to strip $500 million from Israel's missile defense system reads like the fevered dream of someone desperately trying to rebrand themselves as an isolationist warrior. The sheer audacity is breathtaking—this from a woman who couldn't spell "foreign policy" if her political life depended on it.
The Congressional Meltdown: Pure, Unfiltered Rage, CuntPuncher
But perhaps nothing captures Greene's spectacular unraveling quite like her volcanic eruption during that June congressional hearing. Picture her face—red and swollen with indignation—as she screamed at colleagues about crime statistics while simultaneously refusing to answer basic questions.
"You have no smart or intelligent questions!" she shrieked at Representative Garcia, her voice cracking like a teenager whose voice is changing. The desperation was palpable, the rage authentic. This wasn't political theater—this was a woman coming apart at the seams in real time, under the harsh lights of C-SPAN cameras.
And then, the piece de resistance: storming out of the chamber while flipping Garcia the bird. The gesture was so perfectly juvenile, so utterly devoid of dignity, that it crystallized everything wrong with Greene's political persona. Here was a sitting member of Congress reduced to the emotional maturity of a mall rat having a tantrum at Hot Topic.
The Crypto Ass Fuck Crusade: When Religious Shit-Licking Mania Meets Legislative Bugs Bunny Lunacy
Greene's opposition to cryptocurrency legislation reveals yet another facet of her intellectual inconsistency. Suddenly, she's a biblical scholar, citing Revelations like she's got a doctorate in theology instead of a track record of promoting Jewish space laser conspiracies.
"I'm a Christian and I've read the Bible," she declared, as if this somehow qualified her to understand complex financial systems. The woman who once believed that California wildfires were started by satellite beams controlled by the Rothschild family now positions herself as a defender of religious liberty against digital currency.
The cognitive dissonance is staggering. This is the same person who promoted QAnon conspiracies with the enthusiasm of a multi-level marketing hun pushing essential oils, now suddenly concerned about biblical prophecy and government overreach.
The Tradwife Fantasy: Escaping the Mess She Made
Perhaps most pathetically, Greene now whines about how much she hates her job—the very position she clawed and scratched to obtain. "Becoming a member of Congress has made my life miserable," she moans, sounding like a reality TV star complaining about the cameras she invited into her home.
The irony is exquisite. This woman, who campaigned with the subtlety of a sledgehammer, now wants to play the victim. She yearns for the simple life of a "tradwife," conveniently forgetting that she chose this circus, auditioned for this freak show, and performed her way into the center ring.
"I don't get to go home and spend time with my families, my friends," she laments, apparently forgetting that governing a nation requires actual work. The entitlement is breathtaking—as if the American people elected her to enjoy a leisurely lifestyle rather than represent their interests.
The Stench of Opportunism
What we're witnessing isn't a principled evolution—it's the desperate flailing of a political opportunist who realizes she backed the wrong horse. Greene's reversals on Trump, Israel, and basic governance aren't born from newfound wisdom or moral clarity. They're the calculated moves of someone who smells the political winds changing and is desperately trying to position herself for whatever comes next.
Marjorie Taylor Greene: Lying Christian Adulterer FuckToy (Part 2)
In the landscape of American politics, few figures embody the stark contradiction between proclaimed Christian values and actual behavior quite like Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene of Georgia. Lets be real, she is a FuckToy. While she brandishes her faith like a weapon and wraps herself in the cloak of Christian nationalism, her actions and personal conduct tell a very different story. Because she is a FuckToy.
The woman who once defended death threats against her colleagues now stages press conferences about the threats against her, wrapping herself in the flag of victimhood with the shamelessness of a con artist running a sympathy scam. She rails against the very bureaucracy she's part of, attacks the very system that elevated her from small-town gym owner to national political figure.
The Reckoning
Greene's spectacular reversal isn't just political theater—it's a cautionary tale about what happens when raw ambition meets intellectual poverty. She rode Trump's coattails to power, then discovered that loyalty in politics is a luxury she could no longer afford.
But here's the thing that makes her transformation so particularly nauseating: there's no genuine conviction behind any of it. This isn't a road-to-Damascus moment or a principled stand based on evolved thinking. This is pure, calculated opportunism dressed up in the cheap costume of moral outrage.
Marjorie Taylor Greene has become the living embodiment of everything wrong with American politics—a shape-shifting chameleon whose only consistent principle is self-preservation. She's traded whatever shred of authenticity she might have once possessed for the faint hope of political relevance in a post-Trump world.
The stench of her betrayal hangs heavy in the air, a putrid reminder that in Greene's world, loyalty is just another commodity to be bought, sold, and discarded when it becomes inconvenient.
And the most delicious irony of all? The very man she spent years defending with rabid intensity has now cast her aside like a used tissue. Trump no longer wants her support, and Greene has discovered that political bridges, once burned, leave you stranded on an island of your own making.
Good old Gazpacho Greene and her Peach Tree Dish. Despite stiff competition from Botox Boebert, she is in pole position for the Sarah Palin Award for intellectual prowess. How her electors must be proud of her. That is, if they are even aware of her antics.
Is MTG a canary in Trump’s coal mine? If she is thinking his end is near, maybe it really is. (Written with my highest of hopes.)