In which the world returns to normal and a holiday Monday is just the right time for a delicious Oreo snack of pure emotionalism ...

And so on and on, through bankruptcies and infidelities, and an almost* infinite capacity for lying (*modifier rented from News 24), but luckily the pond has a special Oreo biscuit ready this day for afternoon tea to deal with the situation ...

Yes, at last things are set right, and the Oreo is returned to her rightful place on a Monday ... 

Thanks be unto the reptiles, and all the better because in toad and cockroach land, it's a public holiday whereby we celebrate the loss of the eight hour day ...

Hmm, excuse the pond, must text the slackers in the office to remind them to get their noses back to the grindstone - though an email might be a better way to explain the many things they need to do ...

Ah, that's better - no overtime, they're lucky to keep their jobs, Trumpism lives - and now where were we?

Oh yes, with the Oreo back in her rightful place, but as the pond read the despairing cry encapsulated in the Oreo splash, there seemed to be a mighty disturbance in the force ... of a "pox on both their houses" kind, because it would stick in the craw to suggest that no matter how awful Hillary Clinton might be, who could dare to say that Donald Trump is far worse, some kind of rough orange beast, some kind of hideous, tax-avoiding, anti-Christ slouching towards Washington ...

Yes, it's official.

The stress has been too much for the Oreo, she's been driven barking mad and into an oneiric stream of consciousness which sees her trot out all her usual code words, including but not limited to neo-Marxism, militant mob rule, and most peculiarly, emotionalism, when the most prominent feature of this rant is an undiluted form of hysterical emotionalism ...

Ah, that feels better and so we're back with the Oreo for a final hysterical outburst about increased militancy, minority groups, Mao and all the other usual emotionalism...

The brutal stupidity of the Oreil is that to battle the philistines, sometimes you have to act and write like a a dribbling drongo seeped in an excess of emotionalism...

Now around this point, the pond would usually offer an Oreo biscuit treat for anyone who made it to the end, but the pond is on a roll, and would like instead to keep on with the Trump cartoons ...

And thanks to a reader, you can find Mrs Betty Bowers, America's Best Christian, on Facebook here.