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      And speaking of politics...

          Our once esteemed Vice-President – no, not the current Christian hypocrite, that scoundrel and poppycock master Mike Pence – but Joe Biden, resuscitated an out-of-use but highly useful word, malarkey, to describe the folderol, the hooey, the hogwash, the total bunkum, that are the daily, even hourly balderdash that spring, willy-nilly, from the mouth or tweets of that rapscallion whose name I cannot bear to utter but who managed to bamboozle, to horns woggle just enough of the hoi-polloi by mollycoddling their prejudices, to be elected – no, make that selected – President of the United States! Even with his well-publicized hanky-panky, those pussy grabbing shenanigans he boasted about, he was able to hoodwink the riff-raff to put him, higgledy-piggledy, into the White House.

         Since then, when not hobnobbing with the nabobs of negativism he courts, he has created, pell-mell, one flapdoodle after another, spewing poppycock, tomfoolery, hokum, and, yes, malarkey, to a claque of loving admirers, mostly ne’er-do-wells who love the hubbub, the lies, the twiddle-twaddle, the ignominy, the debasing bigotry and the endless folderol this thug, this bloody bully ballyhoos.

         In the immortal word of Scarlet O’Hara as she considered her new world, “Fiddle-dee-dee!”