(Did you think she'd ever gone away?)
And this time, raving on about - what else? - us pesky left footers again, the old girl's in typically rancid, barking mad form.
By now I think we know her script by heart but here's a quick refresher:
The anti-Catholic bigot in chief's latest salvo against the infernal Roman menace on Labourlist is a workaday remix of the same old fraggle-juiced tunes. You'd know it was written by her even without seeing her blogger byline above it; the banality of her paranoia is perfectly expressed by her characteristic flat, droning, made-for-a-parking-ticket prose style.
In a post entitled Tony Blair's aggressive Christianity (no, you're not imagining it, she really thinks so) Honeyball describes the Roman Catholic Church as an "extreme Christian organisation", objects to it having lobbied against the HFE Bill and implies that by doing so, it has attempted to impose itself on other people.
Back in summer when she stormed the crackpot bigot scene, a diverse array of horrified Labour figures, including MPs Jim Dobbin, Stephen Pound,
Peter Kilfoyle and David Taylor, Lord Brennan and councillors Theo Blackwell
and Luke Akehurst
expressed their dismay at her anti-Catholic antics. Jeremy Corbyn MP also decried her personal attacks on Conor McGinn. Some of us in the Labour Party were of the view that she was unfit for office.
But I might just be changing my mind about that.
Mainstream politics is very virtuous these days. The leaders of all the main political parties are keen to show that how modern, diverse 'n' vibrant they are, how utterly opposed they are to any form of prejudice you care to name.
That's all to the good of course. Most of us plod on with our diverse vibrant lives, feeling personally fulfilled and included in life's rich tapestry. But what about the ordinary, everyday bigot, the kind of person who feels excluded, marginalised and unloved by the major political parties? What about the kind of person who thinks Catholics are alright as navvies but have no damn business getting jumped-up ideas about political engagement? Such people may be few in number, they may be antiquated, they may even be deeply unattractive but my friends, don't they deserve to have someone in public life they can call their own?
That's where Mary Honeyball comes in.
She is their high-pitched voice in the corridors of power, their rotound bulb of hope, their chubby suburban fuzzbomb. Dumpy little Venomballs is the bigots' champion.