Good Nite Tookie....
>Twas the night before Christmas and all through San Quentin,
>the crips were protesting, and liberals were ventin'.
>
>The cyanide hung by the chamber wth care, in hopes that the reaper soon
>would be there.
>
>The inmates were nestled all snug in their bed ;
>except for Old Tookie, who soon would be dead.
>
>And me with my beer mug, dressed warm in my flannell, had curled up to
>watch it, on the Fox News Channel.
>
>I set up my TIVO to record the news station, and thoroughly loved the
>momentous occasion.
>
>It seemed lady justice had gotten her way, and that there would be one
>less savage today.
>
>When outside the jail there arose such a clatter, the cameras had turned
>to see what was the matter.
>
>When what to my civilized eyes did appear, but a lineup of actors, all
>liberal, half queer.
>
>The misguided freaks drew some curious looks, as they proclaimed his
>innocence; clutching his books.
>
>The tears then flew out from Sarandon's eyes, as she nominated him again
>for the Nobel Peace Prize.
>
>The actors were tethered to an ACLU sleigh, all towing the line of the
>urban decay.
>
>On Asner, on Penn, on liberal cop-haters,
>On Sharpton, on Jesse and other race-baiters.
>
>Then at 3:01 all curled up like a beetle, Tookie cried like a female dog
>as they gave him the needle.
>
>When up from the actors there arose such a cry, they had failed in their
>mission, and Tookie DID DIE !!
>
>I heard Bill O'Reilly say, as I turned out my light, Merry Christmas to
>all ... there was justice tonight !!