Moral High Horses and Branding Oxygen

It is deeply ironic, and more than a little infuriating, that Marjorie Taylor Greene is now poised to ride out of town on a moral high horse for her sudden concern about the victims named in the Epstein files.

This is the same Marjorie Taylor Greene who entered Congress as an unapologetic QAnon devotee, peddling fever-dream fantasies about “Pizzagate,” secret tunnels, and Democrats supposedly running child sex rings out of government basements. The same Greene who, at every opportunity, brandished nude photos of Hunter Biden during congressional hearings, turning oversight into voyeurism and cruelty. The same Greene who has spent years amplifying grievance, hate, and conspiratorial rot as her primary political currency.

Now, we’re meant to believe she’s enlightened.

Right. I have to call bullshit.

Let’s also be clear about what hasn’t happened. She has not apologized for a single one of her past positions. She hasn’t disavowed QAnon, or for that matter Q. She hasn’t admitted she was wrong about Pizzagate or the grotesque smears she amplified. She hasn’t acknowledged the damage caused by years of conspiracy-mongering and performative cruelty.

She hasn’t even said she was wrong to support Donald Trump, or to go along with efforts to bury or deflect scrutiny around the Epstein files when it was politically convenient. There has been no reckoning, no accountability, no “I was wrong.”

What she’s doing instead is brand management.

This is not repentance, remorse, or reflection. It’s repositioning. She’s trying to preserve her public persona as the Barbie-doll Madonna of MAGA, pure, persecuted, and persistently misunderstood, while quietly shedding the baggage that is no longer useful. The ideology didn’t change. The incentives did.

And let’s not kid ourselves: people don’t just walk away from power in Washington out of sudden exhaustion or moral clarity, especially not her.

Something’s up.

Is it a Senate run? A governor’s race? A harebrained reality show, The Apprentice’s Apprentice, somehow denouncing the hypocrisies of the Trump/Epstein paradigm? Whatever the destination, this much is obvious: “Half Governor” Sarah Palin–style premature evacuations like this are neither heartfelt nor soulful, just strategic.

She’s not leaving because the job corrupted her. The job, and the corruption, were the point. She’s leaving because she sees the terrain has shifted. Trump is angry. The MAGA coalition is fracturing. The next act requires distance, plausible deniability, and a fresh costume. You don’t pull the ripcord unless you’ve already scoped the landing zone.

Watch the pattern: no apologies, no accountability, no repudiation of past lies, just a carefully timed pivot and a cloud of “what’s next?” speculation she’s happy to let swirl. That ambiguity isn’t accidental; it’s branding oxygen.

And here’s the part she seems to think we won’t notice, or that we’ll politely pretend isn’t happening. You don’t get to be a die-hard Trump loyalist, declaring yourself, Annie Wilkes–style, his number-one fan (although she is most certainly “hobbling” the truth), staking your entire political identity on personal devotion to him, and then, in one dramatic swoop, reverse course while insisting you’re the same patriot you always were.

That’s not how patriotism works. Loyalty isn’t cosplay. These actions aren’t cosmetic; they define what you claim to believe about power, accountability, and allegiance. You can’t torch institutions in his name, excuse corruption as long as it wears the right hat, and then pretend the pivot is merely philosophical growth, as if the rest of us somehow violated the space-time continuum by remembering what you actually said and did.

Patriotism isn’t a mood ring that changes colors when your patron loses interest. Loyalty doesn’t mean “ride or die until the ride gets bumpy.” You don’t get to rewrite the physics of responsibility just because your hero stopped returning your calls.

When Greene leaves Congress on January 6, it won’t be as a redeemed truth-teller or a principled defender of victims. It will be as someone attempting a rebrand at the precise moment the man she tethered herself to decided to cut her loose.

This isn’t a moral awakening.

It’s an intermission.

And if history is any guide, the next thing she does will be louder, dumber, and more profitable, because outrage has always been her real constituency.

I’m just saying.