A Satanic Xmas: Holiday display in Florida

Seth Auberon, Pat Macpherson, Wisdom Quarterly; Chris Joseph (browardpalmbeach.com)

"Mr. Grinch" (a yakkha, preta, or naga) was originally written and composed for the special "Dr. Seuss' How The Grinch Stole Christmas." The lyrics (shown below) are by Theodor "Dr. Seuss" Geisel, with music by Albert Hague, and song performed by Thurl Ravenscroft.

C'mon, b-tch, you have to spoil Xmas! What else are you good for? - Don't talk to me like that, Sodom. We've discussed this before. You need to respect my boundaries if we date.

 
Tired of all the Christian paraphernalia down at City Hall and other secular areas paid for by taxpayers expecting a sensible separation of church and state? Here's some bureaucracy that burns Christian britches and chaps a little hide. We need freedom from religion because "religion" is an almost universally terrible thing

 

Satanic Temple finally gets permission to put up holiday display in Florida Capitol

Courtesy of Satanic Temple

After being rebuffed by officials last holiday season, the Satanic Temple has been given the green light to erect its holiday display in the Florida Capitol rotunda this year.

 

According to the Americans United for Separation of Church and State, Florida's Department of Management Services has agreed to allow the temple's display to be put up, reversing its stance from last year, when officials called the display "grossly offensive."

Last year, other groups' displays were allowed to be erected, including a Nativity scene, a Festivus pole made from beer cans, and a spaghetti monster sculpture. 

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Lord of Greed: Satan's Claws Santa Claus.

Undeterred, the temple resubmitted a request to have its display put up this holiday. The group submitted its request in early October to avoid similar confusion as last year.

 

Last year, the group had also submitted a request with ample time and was even given the okay to go forward.

 

The temple said it went through the required channels and applied for a five-foot-by-five-foot square of the rotunda to put up its display, which depicted the scene from Isaiah 14:12, which reads: "How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the earth, You who have weakened the nations!"

 

Satan's Little Helper in Washington, DC :)

But days after getting permission to put up the display, the group received an email from the Department of Management Services saying it was no longer eligible to put it up due to the display being "grossly offensive for the holidays," according to the email.

 

"I wrote an email asking for clarification," Satanic Temple spokesperson Lucien Greaves told New Times last year. "Hours later, I called and left a voice-mail. We were perplexed." More

LYRICS: "You're a Mean One Mr. Grinch"

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch/ You really are a heel/ You're as cuddly as a cactus/ You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch/ You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. You're a monster, Mr. Grinch/ Your heart's an empty hole/ Your brain is full of spiders/ You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch/ I wouldn't touch you with a/ 39 and a half foot pole/ You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch/ You have termites in your smile/ You have all the tender sweetness/ of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch/ Given the choice between the two of you/ I'd take the a seasick crocodile./ You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch/ You're a nasty wasty skunk/ Your heart is full of unwashed socks/ Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch/ The three words that best describe you/ Are as follows, and I quote:/ Stink, stank, stunk!/ You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch/ You're the king of sinful sots/ Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch/ Your soul is an appalling dump heap/ Overflowing with the most disgraceful/ Assortment of deplorable rubbish/ Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots/ You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch/ With a nauseous super naus/ You're a crooked jerky jockey and,/ You drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch/ You're a three decker sourkraut and toad stool sandwich/ With arsenic sauce!