It’s been decades since manifestos have been coherent.
I thought it was The Fartologists?
Oh, and if you think about the slang meanings for some of the words in the lyrics, this theme song fits either Farnaby or his mythical shadowy horde.
Ha ha ha…oh, my…ha ha ha!
As a stern warning to the young and impressionable G.I.s to avoid growing goofy little chinbeards?
I’m going to go out on a limb here and go against the grain. I’m sure I’ll be flamed for this.
I don’t like flan.
Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. Even if they are wrong. 
*Flan is known in Roman cuisine. It was often a savory dish, as in “eel flan”; sweet flans, made with honey and pepper, were also enjoyed.
In the Middle Ages, both sweet and savory flans (almonds, cinnamon & sugar; cheese, curd, spinach, fish) were very popular in Europe, especially during Lent, when meat was forbidden.*
EEL FLAN??? Oh dear god no.
While I like eggs, I’m not a fan of quiche. I especially don’t like it served as a main dish.
'Course not. Cops like donuts.
I love you WillFarnaby. Please don’t every change! I have high hopes you’ll be providing this kind of quality entertainment for Dopers for years and years more.
I never believed I’d see the day where I thought that the election of Trump was a good thing, but if it means the “secret police” failed then I’m all for it.
I read the OP and was convinced that it was a parody.
I am so naive. :smack:
This.
If a super-secret organization can be exposed by a Joe Blow with a keyboard, they’ve got a long ways to go.
Not insulting the OP.
The ‘distinguishing palates’ is the best part of this paragraph.
The best(or maybe worst) part of that post is that it was more logical and rational than the OP.
They harvested George Carlin’s liver after the autopsy, and had the Secret Service deliver it to be served at a special celebration of the Dark Lord. Il Douche took a bite and asked “Does this taste funny to you guys?”
Much hilarity.
Sometimes plastic hats cling; sometimes they don’t. **Will **can always rely on Reynolds Wrap®!
If only Will could’ve have managed anything close to the coherency of the Unabomber manifesto from 1995. They just don’t make manifestos the way they used to in the good old days.
I would try an eel flan.
Once in a while I make a French savory custard with artichoke bottoms baked in egg yolks, cream, and Gruyere.
It’d snap yer stix.
Is that some urban slang for a myocardial infarction?
How small would those have to be?
Fat bottomed curds/they make the cooking world go round