• Just say do’h to the ACLU lawyer

    Hear Ye, hear Ye: A word from Charlie ACLUcious Hinkle: https://www.oregonlive.com/opinion/index.ssf/2009/12/keep_religious_influences_out.html

    IN RESPONSE: You’re a mean one, Mr. Flinch.
    You really are a heel.
    You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
    You’re as charming as an eel.
    Mr. Flinch.

    You’re a bad banana
    With a greasy black peel.

    You’re a monster, Mr. Flinch.
    Your heart’s an empty hole.
    Your brain is full of spiders,
    You’ve got garlic in your soul.
    Mr. Flinch.

    I wouldn’t touch you, with a
    thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

    You’re a vile one, Mr. Flinch.
    You have termites in your smile.
    You have all the tender sweetness
    Of a seasick crocodile.
    Mr. Flinch.

    Given the choice between the two of you
    I’d take the seasick crockodile.

    You’re a foul one, Mr. Flinch.
    You’re a nasty, wasty skunk.
    Your heart is full of unwashed socks
    Your soul is full of gunk.
    Mr. Flinch.

    The three words that best describe you,
    are, and I quote: “Stink. Stank. Stunk.”

    You’re a rotter, Mr. Flinch.
    You’re the king of sinful sots.
    Your heart’s a dead tomato splot
    With moldy purple spots,
    Mr. Flinch.

    Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
    with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
    rubbish imaginable,
    Mangled up in tangled up knots.

    You nauseate me, Mr. Flinch.
    With a nauseaus super-naus.
    You’re a crooked jerky jockey
    And you drive a crooked horse.
    Mr. Flinch.

    You’re a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
    sandwich
    With arsenic sauce… Ta-da, Mr Knee Jerk Flinch!