names on his birth certificate, intending to later shorten his name to one of the two, but never did.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Markwayne_Mullin

https://spectator.com/article/markwayne-mullin-the-senates-stoic-brawler/?edition=us

https://archive.ph/PTqsY

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In front of us, a Mullin cousin is dealing with a pink-strawberry-clad toddler who has dumped Dr. Pepper and then nacho cheese down her blouse. Before I leave, I have to ask about the name, so I do. Mullin smiles. He has two uncles, he says, Mark and Wayne, and they couldn’t decide whose name would come first — he pulls out his phone, which he keeps unsubtly trying to lose, to show me a picture of them — and after his mom put both names on the birth certificate, she meant to go back and pick one over the other, but never did. “I hated that,” he says, “because I was in trouble so often as a kid in school, everyone knew when my name was on the loudspeaker. And that made me make more trouble. I swear if I hadn’t married Christie, I’d be in prison. We’ve gotta make sure more people don’t face that. That means jobs. That means making sure chickens and marijuana aren’t the big employers here.”