Sometimes I feel sorry for Marjorie Taylor Greene. Well, not really, but sometimes I like to say so because I consider myself a fair-minded person. But MTG makes it just too damned hard.

So I was mildly amused to find out that this past January, the Georgia Congressman found herself in Kissimmee, Florida with nowhere to go.

Her event that Saturday was canceled because the venue, The Westgate Resort, figured out that the Republican Party of Osceola County was going to mark the 3rd anniversary of the January 6 Insurrection at their property, and that just wouldn’t do.

So she found herself in the middle of Florida with nowhere to go, and her car’s trunk full of boxes of copies of her book, “MTG”, published by Winning Team Publishing, a company co-founded by Donald, Jr., one of a constellation of publications of a similar ilk. She was going to sign them for her adoring fans at the resort.

But alas.

Not to worry, though. A mere 83 miles down the highway was Ormond Beach, Florida, and there an event was featured that she was welcomed to attend, as well as set up a table to plug her book and take in lucre.

The event was a fundraiser for RD Club 40, a nonprofit group that partnered with Bikers Against Trafficking.

MTG. At a Biker Bar. In Ormond Beach.

This was months before Jasmine Crockett (D TX-30) dutifully dubbed the demonic diva her well-deserved 6B appellation.

But it is still worth noting that this event certainly was an example of a Bleached Blonde Bad Built Butch Body at a Beach Biker Bar.

Oooh. That’s a lot of alliteration.