OZARK, MO —Jamie Ray Gragg is now notorious.
He’s gotten death threats from around the world.
Not sure if he needs bodyguards yet, or maybe some sinister looking K9s baring fangs.
I’d recommend the big, bald black guy and the big, bald white guy, flanking him, in black jackets and ties, sunglasses, maybe chewing gum, flexing, looking both ways, holding up hands in front of cameras. They usher Rep. Gragg into a limo with tinted windows as a media pack chases after him with microphones and cameras.
I love it! The drama. The intrigue.
If I were a film producer, I’d be calling JRG. I want to tag him as JRG from now on, darn it! Like JFK and RFK and MLK, all those guys with K letters don’t need all the attention in the Initials Game. AOC is a chick, and she busts the mold. It’s time for JRG!
So, here’s the plot of the movie: JRG, an aw, shucks toymaker and Branson entertainer hillbilly, ditches his bibbed overalls and straw hat for a suit and tie and runs for state rep. He wins. He introduces a bill so controversial it blows the lid off the political world.
Trump is still president of outrageous, but JRG, that strapping young hillbilly from Missouri, is a solid #2.
JRG is hated by his own brother. Big Brother always knows what’s right. Like Wally on “Leave it to Beaver”, he does his best to show to way, the truth, and the light, but to no avail. Little Hillbilly JRG is his own man now, with his own office at the Capitol Building in Jeff City. He’s a force to be reckoned with.
I love the passion and underdog aspect of this story. It will make a movie production team salivate! A director will jump on the script as soon as I write it! We will be rich. We will be famous! And, we will have to hire those black and white Baldy’s with their fang baring canines!
I can almost hear the hubbub of the media pack as I slowly raise the tinted window of the back seat of the limo. We are squealing away from the curb. JRG sits beside me. We fist bump and pop open a cold ginger ale. Life. Is. Good.
Why is JRG notorious?
It’s not a movie, after all. It’s reality. JRG introduced a bill that put the LGBTQIA+ community on edge. JRG’s bill has them rolling up their rainbow sleeves and imitating boxing moves. Not they would know how to throw a punch. Click here for a biased, liberal, twisted slanted article about that.
Liberals are good at making loud, whiny noises but they can rarely fight properly.
So, Johnny Rooster, you say, you’re working on a movie script about this guy and his scandalous legislation. What’s it all about?
If you live under a rock and haven’t heard, JRG introduced a bill that would criminalize teachers for assisting students with social transitions (which means encourage them to change gender roles without parental involvement.)
Creepy Big Brother
The Big Brother analogy works both ways here in this real-world movie plot. The Government is often called Big Brother when it overreaches and interferes with our liberties. The analogy here is appropriate: JRG’s real world Big Brother Charles (who truly has a hillbilly look about him) is totally bullying his little brother about the bill. Rather than disagreeing privately at the family table, Charles is squawking like an angry goose to the media about it. Click here for that. Honk Honk!
That’s creepy to me. I have had siblings go nuts, so I get it. They pulled away and disconnected, bitter, angry, unwilling to talk to me about it. It sucks having family so naive that they can’t hash it out in person. I feel for ya, JRG.
The creepy part is the sexual side of this. Think about it. Would your grandparents be ok with a grownup assisting their great grandkids with sexual orientation and gender transition without informing their parents?
Hell no!
Should anyone be ok with that? Hell NO!
You people are sick, sick, sick.
In the words of Pink Floyd: “Teachers, leave those kids alone!”
Win an Oscar for this
JRG better win. This movie is playing out for all of us to see. I hope he gets an Oscar and a limo and all the other stuff, because I’ve never seen a man so strong, so bold, so ready to defend the rights of innocent children from the hands of twisted predators. Teachers have no business grooming children, displaying banners and flags promoting a lifestyle that is anti-God, anti-family, anti-human.
I will get a lot of hate for this from the alphabet soup community. But, just like JRG, you can kiss my … super bowl ring. I’m writing the best movie script you’ll ever see.
If I lived in JRG’s district, I’d vote for him twice.
Johnny Rooster is the unafraid author of Christian County Trumpet. He hates the idea of children being groomed by teachers or anyone else. He is an advocate of parental rights. He’s a big fan of JRG, and not a fan of Charles Gragg, in case you were wondering.