I tell you the truth, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.'
Snollygoster… Look it up!
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!”
Talking in Whispers
Soft as cotton candy
The white clouds rise
There is beauty in the sky
They whisper to me
Like shimmering shadows on water
The leaves rustle gently in the trees
Their music rising, falling
Be still and listen, they whisper
The tireless waves wash
Upon the sandy shore
Cooling my feet, calming my soul
Shhh, they whisper, wriggle your toes
The black snake sheds its translucent skin
In spring, revealing its shiny brilliance
Flowing like water through the fragrant grass
Whispering of rebirth and hope
My dog’s soft and downy cow belly
My small, bright sunlit house
My love’s warm body beside me
All, all whisper their quiet miracles