Rabbi Avi Hack, the man who was molested and raped by the goat as a child, only to come back and work for the goat and engage in an adult homosexual relationship with the goat, has set up shop at Ohawe Shalom in Pawtucket, RI. This is the same man who swore under oath at his deposition that he “nibbled” on a student’s ear while he worked for the goat at the compound. I guess nibbling on the goat’s ear was not good enough for Avi Hack, he preferred children’s ears.
Avi Hack does not live far from the goat’s condominium getaway located in Newport, Rhode Island. The goat purchased 30 Kay Street, Unit 2, in 2003 for 253,500.00, and Unit 4 for $275,000.00 in 2010. Zillow lists today’s value of the two units at close to $700K. I wonder if Avi goes to visit the goat in his Newport mansion in order to re-kindle the old flame.
Avi Hack looks very happy in Rhode Island. He even allowed himself to be photographed, and smiled for the camera. Unlike the goat, who refused to answer my questions, or smile, when I tried to film him walking into the Federal courthouse for his deposition.
I found a holiday song that I wish to dedicate to the Goat:
You’re a mean one, Mr. Greer
You really are a heel, You’re as cuddly as a cactus,
you’re as charming as an eel, Mr. Greer, You’re a bad banana
with a greasy black peel!
You’re a monster, Mr. Greer, Your heart’s an empty
hole, Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your
soul, Mr. Greer,I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-
and-a-half foot pole
You’re a foul one, Mr. Greer,You have termites in your
smile, You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick
crocodile, Mr. Greer, Given a choice between the two of
you I’d take the seasick crocodile!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Greer,You’re a nasty wasty
skunk, Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is
full of gunk, Mr. Greer, The three words that best describe
you are as follows, and I quote,”Stink, stank, stunk”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Greer, You’re the king of sinful
sots, Your heart’s a dead tomato splotched with moldy
purple spots, Mr. Greer, Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots
You nauseate me, Mr. Greer,With a nauseous super
“naus”! You’re a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a
crooked hoss, Mr. Greer, You’re a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce