Is Marjorie Taylor Greene a man?

I was sitting at my breakfast table this very morning when my friend Rainbow arrived a little early for an enjoyable get together we have once a week to paint each other’s toe nails. As it happened Sylvester was at my place doing some odd jobs, having recently changed my oil and having had a quick look at my plumbing.

As you likely know, Rainbow is my personal trainer’s sister. She is somewhat winsome and fey, being of the komboucha ilk, but I do enjoy her company, except when she’s talking about her new organic kale based vaginal hygiene regime. Urgh. However, increasingly disturbed by upheavals in the US based political landscape, Rainbow came out with a rather startling thought this morning.

“I think Marjory Taylor Greene is probably a man,” she declared while sipping an organic ethically sourced coffee.

“That seems just a little unlikely,” I replied. “Although the pronounced jaw and sloping forehead do suggest something of a throwback look. But I really think someone might have noticed. Her husband, perhaps.”

“No, really,” she insisted. “Think about it. The intransigent polarized attitudes, the selective memory and the ego being out of proportion to her abilities or usefulness… Do I have to go on?”

At this moment Sylvester pulled his head out from under my sink and surfaced from…