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From the Merriam-Webster page.

"Trumpery."

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what is the opposite of trumpery?

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trumpery
noun trum·pery \ˈtrəm-p(ə-)rē\

Definition of trumpery

1
a : worthless nonsense b : trivial or useless articles : junk <a wagon loaded with household trumpery — Washington Irving>

2
archaic : ****** finery

Origin of trumpery

Middle English (Scots) trompery deceit, from Middle French, from tromper to deceive

First Known Use: 15th century

Examples of trumpery

<claims for weight-loss products that are based much more on Madison-Avenue trumpery than on bariatric science>

Related to trumpery

Synonyms
applesauce [slang], balderdash, baloney (also boloney), beans, bilge, blah (also blah-blah), blarney, blather, blatherskite, blither, bosh, bull [slang], bunk, bunkum (or *******), claptrap, codswallop [British], crapola [slang], crock, drivel, drool, fiddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddlesticks, flannel [British], flapdoodle, folderol (also falderal), folly, foolishness, fudge, garbage, guff, hogwash, hokeypokey, hokum, hoodoo, hooey, horsefeathers [slang], humbug, humbuggery, jazz, malarkey (also malarky), moonshine, muck, nerts [slang], nuts, piffle, poppycock, punk, rot, *******, senselessness, silliness, slush, stupidity, taradiddle (or tarradiddle), tommyrot, tosh, trash, nonsense, twaddle

Related Words
absurdity, asininity, fatuity, foolery, idiocy, imbecility, inaneness, inanity, insanity, kookiness, lunacy; absurdness, craziness, madness, senselessness, witlessness; hoity-toity, monkey business, monkeyshine(s), shenanigan(s), tomfoolery; gas, hot air, rigmarole (also rigamarole); double-talk, greek, hocus-pocus

Near Antonyms
levelheadedness, rationality, reasonability, reasonableness, sensibleness; common sense, horse sense, sense; discernment, judgment (or judgement), wisdom
By: Robinson Bolkum

2/15/20

You’re everything that I need,
But are you all that I need?
I question if I even trust you anymore…
Oh Lord! I’ve been here before.

So I’m back where nothing’s new,
Reflecting on how much I believe You.
Last time I argued – put up resistance.
Yet You don’t punish my insolence.

I can be confused and frustrated with You,
So You have to be real and true.
You are not able to be defined,
So you must not be my own design.

God, You engineered my systems,
To pump life through me like pistons.
And I stand before You shaking my fists,
When You control whether my body exists.

But You love me! You tolerate my witlessness.
And I respond – as if taking my first steps –
With downhearted repentance. Lord, I’m sorry,
Without Your blessings, I’d be left in sorrow.

now hear this! sing this! you constant Cade, you
choral breakneck in a single sum of man,
brackbreaking in the chaos-rinsing rite of ashed religion!—

choke now, for you used me. a tossing stave to ward off sins
of fratting simpletons and their unsyncopated singing.
—all sixteenths through roughshod roads of wrong-be-gone righteousness.

and why? because i vaped some trebled color to the gray.

oh! what is the
madness-misering measure of a middle-aged man
who through the din of dampened doing, of desperate
dancing on two left feet and wrinkled writhe of witlessness in the mid of being been should shuffle off and coil himself into a crimson cross?

you did it why? for friends and for the fissure,
some bald breach of banality beyond the stoic peach—
and for a frosty flame?

what waste of was you were, and still accomplished are;
that god-grappled greed should unhinge your soul's Sophia
and ever the future fraught.

there is not bracker brine than your bishops ex-cathedra,
for all the feast you fête, and friends you turn upon a spit;
you're hungry for a food that's never fed.

poor witless starving pitchless sum; your death is all my make into an angel, as you so quickly from this earth will shred
and songs adduced unto the celebration same.

Fools are hosting ignorance in Carnival on the mountain of Witlessness, growing horns of
Slavery in the tunnel of nakedness

The river of knowledge is flowing
Overflowing its banks, blowing
Blowing  trumpets to the thirsty
To the thirsty to drink

Conclave of clouds of ignorance
Thickening to cirrocumulus
Bursting violent buffoonery rain

Tell the buffoons
That a buffalo is not a cattle
That a worm is not a snake

Mistake not Blobfish for Discus
No matter the callisthenics!

Only the deep calls to the deep!

The type that given credence
to the gutter dramatics of low-scale hybrids
or bothers about the malicious tirades of the semi-illiterates
or is fazed by the odious antics of the afflicted indentures
would be the type that had been subjugated to that evolution
and had grown eaten and slept alongside them in their sewers
such type would have either died, detained or fled long long ago

As it is I see what ****** ignorance
social and educational limitations and stunted minds does
I see how shame and guilt fights tooth and nail to hide
and I see how moral and ethical bankruptcy buoys weak witlessness
I hear them talk yet do not understand their street lingo
I see desperate acts by desperate nobodies yet it means nothing to me
though rather pitifully one senses their dire need to always battle
they all have a perceived complex of being slighted and thus
nurse the belligerence to always over dramatize and over-compensate  

I am far from numb or insensitive
neither am I a ******* who welcomes hostilities
but since I have not deliberately courted their displeasure
other than confront a gang of thieves and extortionists who swore me
vengeance for daring to call them by their professional names
I see no reason why I should fell threatened or intimidated by morons
dare I call their acolytes, errand boys and vigilantes by their expressed acts
And the truth is I cannot invest my valuable emotions on acts
and behaviours that mean nothing to me
If it truly did would I not be dead, detained or have fled by now
you betcha!

What is it ?
Precious, isnt it ?
Lets say her gaze can conquer the whole world.
Can you see it ?
Stunning, isnt it ?
Lets say her grin can attract the whole crowd.

Let her walk through the isle.
See those waves, looks like kneeling.
See the alleyway she walking.
Nothing comes between her.
Wind took care of’em.

Nothing will stop her.
She got a tremendous desire
She have an enormous intend.
As far she is ready for it.

She will do the impossible.
She will reach the top.
She will beat the immortal.
she will chain the witlessness.