Whether a buffoon or a cartoon, the phony Florida Congresslady Freddie Wilson not only badly overplayed her uninvited hand last week in a private matter, she did so intentionally.

She went race-fishing, as many racists do.

At first, however, no one could could decide whether the aging exhibitionist caught or told a whopper.

Consensus: The latter.

When a brassy, insecure 74-year-old matron dresses for Halloween every day, donning a neon cowboy hat and cowboy getup that can be seen from the moon, how far behind can the boys with closely knit netting be?

Obviously neither a fashion maven nor an intellectual contributor, Freddie displayed her raggedy credentials as a mouthy attention seeker and an ethical midget in President Trump’s media-botched condolence call to a military widow.

Clearly Freddie has closely read page 1 of the desperate Democrats playbook, How to Effectively Mock President Trump.

“Rule 1-a: Slander opponent as a racist. Guaranteed to work every time. Our many friends in the mainstream media will carry on from there.”

The Trump-hating, race-based mainstream media, wink-wink, caught Freddie’s slimy race pass almost before she spit it through her supposedly angry mouth.

From her salty language to her outrageous outfits to her I Hate The President Because He Is White obscenities, Freddie was a lock to become an instant celebrity.

By next week, if history is reliable, she will be as stale as a month-old unrefrigerated sandwich.

Meanwhile, her target, President Trump, will have triumphantly returned to work, steadily reversing the slanted, disastrous policy blunders of his predecessor.

Freddie Who?