It began, as most of Marjorie Taylor Greene’s public appearances do, with bad lighting, unchecked delusion, and the unshakeable smell of weaponized entitlement. It ended in screams, tasers, and the sight of police dragging constituents out by their arms and legs while Greene sneered, “Bye!”
Welcome to Cobb County, Georgia — where a MAGA matriarch held a so-called town hall in the bluest pocket of her blood-red district and got exactly what she wanted: chaos, cameras, and three arrests.
“I’m glad they got thrown out. That’s exactly what I wanted to see happen,” Greene said after the event, without a trace of irony or self-awareness. “This isn’t a political rally or a protest. I held a town hall tonight. You know who was out of line? The protesters.”
Let’s be clear: this wasn’t a conversation. It was a performance — choreographed repression wrapped in the veneer of public service. IDs were checked at the door. Constituents had to prove their ZIP codes. Reporters weren’t allowed to speak to attendees. And questions? Those were pre-screened, filtered for obedience, and recited like a school play script Greene barely skimmed.
TWO TASERS, THREE ARRESTS, ONE FASCIST CIRCUS
Within minutes of Greene stepping on stage, protesters disrupted the silence — chanting about Kilmar Ábrego García, the Maryland man wrongfully deported by the Trump administration with a group of Venezuelan nationals. They screamed “Free Kilmar!” until the tasers came out.
According to CBS News, police used stun guns on two individuals after physical altercations erupted during their removal. One protester shouted for Marjorie to fuck off as he vanished behind a wall. Then came the pop — then another. On video posted by journalist Jared Eggleston, the scene plays out like some twisted authoritarian screenplay.
“Free Garcia!” shouted another protester as they were hauled out.
“Free Kilmar!” echoed someone else, moments before being slammed into the doorframe.
Three arrests. Two tasers. One fascist fantasy interrupted.
MARJORIE’S MARTYR COMPLEX IS SHOWING
After the mayhem, Greene tried to spin it like the righteous victim she imagines herself to be — blaming Democrats, claiming persecution, and brushing off the whole ordeal as “selfish.”
“I’m not intimidated by the Democrats who tried to shut down my town hall,” she posted on X. “This is the type of business that should be handled at the voting booth.”
Ah yes, the voting booth — where Greene was elected by one of the most gerrymandered districts in the South after running unopposed in 2020, largely because her Democratic challenger moved out of state. But do go on about the sanctity of civic engagement, Marge.
This is the same woman who once chased David Hogg through the streets of D.C. with a cell phone camera like a deranged CrossFit Karen. The same woman who blamed Jewish space lasers for California wildfires. The same woman who wore a “TRUMP WON” mask on the House floor while the Capitol still reeked of tear gas.
And now she’s crying about “ridiculous outrageous protesting”? That type of projection could power a Tesla before it bursts into flames.
DOGE, DECEPTION, AND DISTRICT DISASTER
This town hall didn’t just devolve — it was engineered to. Greene knew what she was walking into. She chose the most progressive part of her district during a recess when the rest of her colleagues were wisely hiding behind Zoom calls and Fox News cameos.
Even her fellow Republicans are calling for a pause on in-person events. The NRCC told its members to cool it. Rep. Harriet Hageman moved hers online after getting cornered by an angry constituent. But not Greene. She wanted the confrontation. She fed on it. She needed it to remind the cameras she’s still relevant.
And it worked — at least for one night. But while Greene was busy staging a martyrdom cosplay in Acworth, real protesters were outside, reminding her that the world doesn’t run on gerrymandering and gaslighting.
Inside, there were stun guns. Outside, there were signs. And in every direction, there was the unraveling of the MAGA myth: that these people represent “the real America,” that their grip is absolute, that the fascist pageant hasn’t become a joke with smoke machines and stage blood.
It has. And Tuesday night proved it.
CROSS-FIT FOR THEOCRATS, FANTASY FOR FASCISTS
Marjorie Taylor Greene didn’t stumble into this kind of power. She lunged for it — sweaty, performative, and absolutely convinced that her rage was righteousness. Her resume reads like a bootcamp for authoritarian cosplay: CrossFit queen turned conspiracy blog warrior, slinging QAnon memes and stalking teenagers on Capitol Hill like it was a church bake sale gone wrong.
She didn’t come to Washington to legislate. She came to humiliate, infuriate, and raise money. And it worked. By 2021, she was one of the top fundraisers in the GOP — not by crafting policy, but by hurling culture war grenades and blaming every explosion on “woke mobs,” “trans Marxists,” or George Soros’s alleged space arsenal.
This is a woman who blamed “globalists” for wildfires and pushed the idea that COVID vaccines were killing people en masse — then demanded the CDC be defunded when her tweets got flagged. She treats truth like a punching bag and decency like a weakness.
Her past QAnon rants didn’t derail her career. Not even the time she showed up on the House floor with “TRUMP WON” plastered across her mouth while her colleagues were still cleaning up glass from January 6. Nothing sticks — because her district was gerrymandered into submission and her party’s moral compass has been replaced with a bootlicker’s wet napkin.
TASERS AND THEOCRACY: WHAT COMES NEXT
At the town hall, she waxed poetic about Trump’s tariffs, praised DOGE like it wasn’t a bloated acronym for government propaganda, and demanded that federal funding for PBS and NPR be cut off for “bias.” That’s not policy — that’s revenge. It’s government by grudge.
Meanwhile, police tasered two people and dragged three out in cuffs, all because Greene can’t handle an unfiltered question or a protest sign. One protester asked about Kilmar Ábrego García — the wrongfully deported Maryland man caught up in Trump’s immigration dragnet. Greene ignored it. Police responded. And someone yelled “Free Kilmar!” right before they got zapped like a housefly in a diner lamp.
She doesn’t want accountability. She wants applause. Theatrics. Conflict. She wants to be the martyr in her own monologue — the butch-bodied banshee wailing through every institution she claims to protect while setting them on fire behind her.
“It shouldn’t be this way,” Greene told reporters afterward. “There’s no reason for screaming, yelling, ridiculous outrageous protesting.”
No reason, she says — as her entire political career is built on doing exactly that.
“I get more death threats than anyone in Congress,” she added. “Sometimes more than the Speaker.”
Ah yes, the old “I’m the most targeted” defense. Funny how the people who scream the loudest about threats are always the ones waving metaphorical torches. Maybe if she stopped encouraging political violence, supporting insurrectionists, and calling Democrats “pedophiles” every third sentence, the tone might shift. But Greene doesn’t want calm. She wants to be persecuted — not because it’s true, but because it’s profitable.
THEATER OF THE ABSURD
This town hall wasn’t a civic gathering. It was pageantry for a dying movement. MAGA can’t win by numbers anymore. They win by fear. By silencing dissent. By holding events with pre-screened questions and armed police checkpoints. By pretending that the greatest threat to American democracy is some guy in a hoodie shouting “Free Kilmar!”
It’s pathetic. And it’s dangerous.
So yes, Marjorie — we see you. We see the big bad wolf in shoulder pads, howling about the downfall of America while you torch the foundation yourself. We see your fake martyr act. We see the banshee in heels screaming about decorum while tasers buzz in the next room.
And we’re not going anywhere.
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