IN my youth, the KKK stood for just one thing – the Ku Klux Klan. You knew they were bad, meeting at night in secret places in weird white hooded gowns, cooking up foul racist plots around bonfires or under the flickering light of torches held aloft.
Today, I have become aware of a new KKK that makes me just as uncomfortable – “kleptocracy, kakistocracy and khakistocracy”.
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