On The Fourth Day Of Christmas, ACSH Gave To Me ... Four Science Quacks

By Hank Campbell — Dec 16, 2016
'Twas The Night Before Christmas, ACSH-style ... 

'Twas 9 days 'til Christmas and all through this joint

The accountant was asking again, "What's the point?

Anti-science hippies are running amok

Real science takes too much money, we're fresh out of luck

"The cash is in doomsday, gloom and despair

Yes, we're pro-science, yes, it's not fair

But the public has spoken, their interest is small

That's how the free market works, after all

"Maybe shade tree, holistic or BPA-free

That might get presents under our tree

Endorse more organic, enjoy a juice cleanse

Say vaccines are bad, it could make us new friends"

I felt so dejected, my heart had no glee

I was so mopey I could work at EWG

Or Greenpeace or Fenton or for that Null guy

Maybe I could even run CSPI

Then outside my office I heard such a clatter

I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter

The mailman was lugging a large, heavy sack

It looked so darn big I was concerned for his back

He muttered about unions and went back on his way

We tore the bag open without any delay

It was checks, lots of checks, just what I craved!

Josh said 'It's your George Bailey moment, Christmas is saved!'

Big ones and small ones, some had a note

Good luck all were signed, here's what one wrote:

"'Your food is safe' is a terrible hook

And mitochondria don't deserve a whole book

But we like your cheerleading, your wit and your style

So we've decided to let you hang out for a while

Here's lots of money, buy a coffee machine

And perhaps get the office a big trampoline

"Tackle Friends of the Earth and NRDC

Sierra Club too must go, y​​​​​​ou can't do that for free

UCS, Sourcewatch, USRTK

Also, please send that Food Babe back on her way

"It just takes work, efforts bigger and small

Humor, sarcasm and a helping of gall

A passion for science, distaste for deceit

No need for health halos or swearing off meat."

The note made me glad, my spirits were lifted

My heart was renewed at the gifts that were gifted

People don't want quacks, crackpots, hucksters or frauds

Science still has a chance, we can still beat the odds!

I now know the secret, my faith is renewed

We can sanely talk medicine, chemicals and food

We just need more doctors, a skeptical crew

Scientists also, and some help from you

See, there's a recipe for winning, it will ever be so

If you want science bread, please send lots of dough

Three French Fries

Two Killer Coffees

.... and the end of the NRDC.