Malaprop Marjorie


Marjorie Taylor Greene is a certifiable, antisemitic, white supremacist, knuckle-dragger who…

  • Trumpets psycho Donald Trump’s Big Lie about widespread election fraud
  • Idolizes January 6th insurrectionist psychos who stormed the U.S. Capitol
  • Disseminates propaganda in support of psycho Putin’s Ukrainian invasion

Wow! Talk about chronically being on the wrong side of history, eh? Anyway…

Greenhorn Greene, the U.S. Representative for Georgia’s 14th Congressional District, legislates next to nothing that’d ever (even remotely) improve the lives of her everyday-people constituents. That’s owing to the fact that she’d much rather prove her subservience to her obscenely wealthy, corporate pig pals, who own and operate her; who reward her handsomely for her SERVICE to them; for her DISSERVICE to our homeland and home world.

While Greene’s résumé does boast a Bachelor’s degree in Business Admin, about all she’s really good at is giving the business to the people she hates (see lead paragraph to review the demographic details).

Alas, her college degree does not automatically guarantee an ability to think creatively, critically and coherently; all of which rears its ugly head nigh on every time she weighs in on the (oft literally) burning issues of the new millennium; i.e., when she’s hotly denying that climate change is burning up Earth; hotly denying DJT’s Fascistic agenda is burning down a nearly two-and-one-half-century-old nation; one founded on the venerated principles of Democracy and Liberty.

Sadly, Greene not only trots out her ignorance of Science and History with regularity, but, in the process, also murders the English language with her malaprops. To e.g. that, she has referred to Adolf Hitler’s Gestapo as Gazpacho and called a laboratory’s petri dish a “peachtree dish”.

It’s stunning how someone would not wonder WHY a WW-II era, brutal, murderous goon squad would ever be named after a tasty soup? Not wonder WHAT the hell a Peach Tree Dish could possibly be? Should this not instantly pique any REASONABLE person’s curiosity… oh… say… enough to take a few seconds to Google / Fact Check such terminology?

Of course the qualifying word is REASONABLE, so, That Answers That!

BTW, I, myself, am not totally immune to verbal boo-boos / succumbing to malapropism. Hell, I just caught myself typing “peak” instead of “pique” in that above paragraph. Anyway…

The irony, here, is how even sans a Google assist, most High School dropouts would probably already possess sufficient historical and scientific knowledge to not to mix up Gestapo with Gazpacho; petri with peachtree.

The tragedy, here, is how humankind is facing down the concurrent triple threat of Global Warming, a far from over pandemic and an ominously brewing, seething, Stateside fascistic coup. With mere precious seconds remaining to save ourselves from ruin, possible extinction, one thing IS abundantly clear…

There’s absolutely no place, at any governmental level, for the Marjorie Taylor Greenes of our world.

Alas, Greene is up for reelection come November ’22 and, within her blood red, Trumper 14th District, she will wind up a non-bootable shoo-in; an excruciatingly painful kick in humankind’s collective ass.




Be people Vaxxed OR Unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!









Job Hunter Dumb Real Donald

From 1973 – 1982, long before the Real Donald became a household word, we found the clever and clairvoyant Match Game writers submitting Dumb Donald scenarios for emcee Gene Rayburn to recite to the panelists, contestants and all who were playing along in the home and studio audiences.

At this juncture, I’d normally be presiding over a Dumb Donald clip, but, seeing how my demand has nearly exhausted YouTube’s supply, breathing new life into this concept will all be up to me. To facilitate this reincarnation, I’ve been simulating, semi-serious seances ISO head-to-head matches with our dearly departed, Match Game souls.

And methinks this graying old coot has not been departing the spirit world alone. O – M – G! In the blink of an eye… something wondrous is now afoot. The entity, within, surges… surrounds… surpasses… surfaces… and I must surrender!

Henceforth, my new game show host persona will be presiding over this revamped game show format…

Welcome contestants, one and all, to Match Game 20-20. I’m M.C. Grayburn. Our new rules are straightforward. Each of you will have one chance to match as many of our six, predetermined responses as possible. You’ll be playing for a grand prize that’s priceless:

The confirmation that you’re still a clearheaded, critical thinking non-consumer of the odious orange man’s Kool-Aid™.

If your responses do not match, YET, prove more clever than Match Game’s (which is highly likely) you can still win by posting your own witty and/or wise alternatives within the comment section, below. That said, let’s play Match Game 20-20!

Grayburn: The job hunting, Freudian slipping,
misspelling, Dumb Real Donald is soooooo dumb…
Audience: HOW DUMB IS HE?
Grayburn: on his résumé he misstated
his career objective as _______.

Once the “think music” starts, you’ll have 1 Minute to figure out your responses… and no peeking beneath the turquoise hued, rectangular secrecy partition!

The job hunting, Freudian slipping, misspelling,
Dumb Real Donald is so dumb, on his résumé
he misstated his career objective as _______.

1. FLawman
2. Schlock Market Analist
3. Hospitality DirDissector
4. Holey stRoller
5. Reality TV Scar
6. Pubic Relations

My thanks to all who showed up to play today! M.C. Grayburn for Match Game 20-20!
Good-Bye and be sure to Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!








My Lemon “Harangue Pie” Blogs


As I first opened my eyes during this new day’s predawn hours… still seated at and slumped over my desk… several things did come to mind…

• Hey, I’m still alive! That must mean You-Know-Who hasn’t Tweeted the entire human race into an early grave (of course… long sigh… the day is still young).

• A laptop’s touchpad certainly is a lousy substitute for a pillow.

• My reawakened computer, has confirmed that last night’s pre-bedtime, blogging intentions had been for naught… had only netted me some much needed, desktop shuteye and this morning’s blank, white screen with a blinking cursor.

• Hmmm… come to think of it… it’s a wonder my nose hadn’t accidentally typed in something such as…


Anyway, while stretching and exhaling my long audible yawn (just now), I am now well rested and ready to blog onward. And all preliminary kidding aside, I do need to get serious…do need your help in unravelling a blogging paradox.

A big part of this conundrum begins with my blog content. To say the very least, for most folks, liking my subject matter is an acquired taste. To say a bit more, I don’t expect everyone to stomach a steady diet of what I have little choice but to report on… i.e., America’s deplorable, politically polarized reality. Most of my blogs do wind up being akin to sour lemons. Or… to engage in some (intentional) malapropism…

To find my lemon “harangue pie” blogs tasty? As I’ve already said, that’d be an acquired taste.

Now, here’s where that worrisome paradox comes into play.

Astounding but true, in spite of the “lemons” I’m still attracting new followers. That must mean what? They actually LIKE lemon “harangue pie”? What other reason could there be for their wanting to follow me, right?

Yet, while they’re able to find my “FOLLOW Button” they rarely, if ever, locate and click any of my blogs’ “LIKE buttons”. Perhaps they’re simply forgetting to click the latter?

Curiouser and curiouser, beyond the WordPress notifications informing me of the increase in my follower tally, I virtually never hear from these new followers again! Perhaps they’re content with just reading / listening to my stuff… not interested in more active participation?

Whatever may actually be happening here, I think I speak for the vast majority of my WordPress compatriots when I say that, were the situation reversed, we would not be following anyone with unlikable posts.

Of course, the phrase “not liking my posts” could also mean “hating my posts”… maybe up to the point of hating me? Wanting to keep close tabs on me? To what end? Considering how too many folks residing within my severely, politically fractured homeland are being emboldened by the hostility of their hero… the Oval Office “Hater-In-Chief”… how that bully does egg them on to the point of committing violent acts on his behalf… well… you can see why I’ve used the word, “worrisome”.

Perhaps I’m reading too much into this?
(I sure hope so.)

So, have any of you ever experienced this instantaneous, “follow and forget” phenomenon? I’d sure welcome your thoughts re this matter. Perhaps your input will also help me determine the correct “A” to the following “Q”…

Perhaps… out of my concerns for my own personal safety… I should pull the plug on this site?
(I sure hope that answer is no.)

Could I be content with merely expressing myself offline… i.e. go the word document blogging route? I doubt I’d find such a transition easy considering how I’ve been blogging under various screen names and a sundry of avatars for the past twelve years… how I’ve stood atop my past street corner soapboxes / platforms over at MySpace, Xanga, Blogger and… of course now do the same… at present… here @WordPress.

Well, whatever my decision, I want all of you kindly souls, who actually read my prose, poetry and listen to my BlogCasts to know that I do appreciate you. I welcome your honesty, too… i.e. your NOT clicking the “LIKE” buttons unless you actually find my posted content to your liking. It is via your guidance that I’ll become a much better blogger, be able to fine-tune my content, maybe inspire more reader input/dialogue and even grow my readership.

Naturally, a small readership does have plenty of pluses, too. I do treasure the approximately one dozen of you who are taking the time out of your busy lives to regularly read and listen to my posts… your openmindedness is what makes each and every one of you all the more special to me.

To be sure, quality… not necessarily quantity… is what oft matters the most in life.