The Last Tom DeLay post you'll ever need...

Sure, I'll probably post something when he's convicted, but I think- for better or worse- this captures the mood of the lefty blogosphere:

With apologies to Dr. Seuss

You're a mean one, Tom DeLay.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Tom DeLay.


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


You're a monster, Tom DeLay.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Tom DeLay.


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


You're a vile one, Tom DeLay.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Tom DeLay.


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


You're a foul one, Tom DeLay.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Tom DeLay.


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


You're a rotter, Tom DeLay.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splot
With moldy purple spots,
Tom DeLay.


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, Tom DeLay.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse.
Tom DeLay.


You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool
sandwich
With arsenic sauce.