On Dillon’s show, Greene questioned Trump’s approach to deportations (“That needs to be a smarter plan”), the recent U.S. bailout of Argentina (“Huh?”), and the priorities of his base (“I don’t think those people are being served”). She was, she said, no longer willing to “wear the Republican jersey.” Dillon suggested that Greene might run for President in 2028. “Oh, my goodness, I hate politics so much, Tim,” Greene replied.
“I know, but you are a congresswoman.”
“Well, I’ve seen a few people saying, ‘She’s running,’ ” Greene continued. “What I’m doing right now is I very much want to fix problems. And I am genuinely angry on behalf of every American, even if they’re a Democrat.”
“Marjorie Taylor Greene, ladies and gentlemen, our next President,” Dillon said, in closing. “Sorry, J. D. Vance.”
Betting markets soon opened on Greene’s leaving the Republican Party and, separately, on her being the Republican Presidential nominee in 2028. For a time, in the latter, she trailed only Vance and Marco Rubio in the odds. The right-wing activist Laura Loomer denounced her repeatedly on X: “Never seen a more opportunistic woman before.” Josh McKoon, the chairman of the Republican Party of Georgia, told me that he thought Greene’s publicity tour was canny. “There’s a debate about the direction of the Republican Party going forward,” he said. “Someone who has a broader footprint and has introduced themselves to more voters, I think, will have more to say about what that future looks like.” But, McKoon confessed, he wasn’t entirely sure what M.T.G. was up to. All he knew, he said, “is if she believes it, she’s going to share it.”
Greene grew up in Cumming, Georgia, a mostly white community northeast of Atlanta. Her father ran a construction company, Taylor Commercial, and dabbled in pseudoscience. He once published an essay called “The Taylor Effect,” in which he claims to have discovered “an undeniable correlation” between stock-market prices and “the relative positions of the sun, earth, and moon.” Her childhood included water skiing, “Thriller” watch parties, and serving as the manager of the school soccer team. “She was a good girl,” Leslie Hamburger, a friend from that time, recently recalled. “She was popular, but she was very focussed on getting good grades. I think she ran for class president, but I don’t think she won.” Another student brought a gun to school—“He took our entire school hostage,” Greene later said—but no one was hurt. Greene became the first person in her family to graduate from college, at the University of Georgia, where she married a tall, business-minded classmate named Perry Greene, with whom she raised three kids in the Atlanta suburbs.
By her late thirties, though, Greene seemed unmoored. Around 2012, she went to work at a CrossFit gym owned by James Cox Chambers, Jr., the grandson of an Atlanta billionaire named Anne Cox Chambers. He was a passionate socialist—another gym of his barred “cops, active military, landlords, and capitalists.” Greene, meanwhile, had recently been baptized at an Atlanta-area megachurch. During the ceremony, she’d read from the Bible about martyrdom. She seemed, to Chambers, like a “wealthy housewife who was a little bored.”
Greene invited Chambers to her family’s large home, north of Atlanta, and, elsewhere, he watched her “drink liquor poolside,” he recalled, “hanging out with dudes who worked at the gym, avoiding her husband.” I learned that two of those men had affairs with Greene. One of them, Craig Ivey, now refers to himself, on X, as “the polyamorous tantric sex guru.” (Ivey declined to comment for this piece.) A former roommate of Ivey’s from this period told me that Greene made little small talk on her way up to Ivey’s room. The other man with whom Greene had an affair around this time told me that she “never talked politics” and didn’t seem to have career ambitions. The relationship lasted a few months. After they split, Greene texted him: “You make me feel like the only reason why you ‘invested’ in me was because I had sex with you. And now your washing your hands of me.” (I was the first to report the affairs, which prompted Greene to text me, of the piece, “If we have another toilet paper shortage, I wouldn’t wipe my ass with it.” She copied her attorney, Lin Wood, who said that the story was “intended to smear her with false accusations, half-truths, misrepresentations, out-of-context statements, and agenda driven lies.” Wood subsequently turned on Greene, calling her “a communist.”)