Throw him in the back of a red VW microbus with shovels and rakes and implements of destruction? No, that's not it.
Take twenty-seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs of him with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one? No, that's not it either.
Pin a medal on him and send him down the hall? Send his fingerprints off to Washington? Ask him if he's rehabilitated himself? No, probably not those either.
Wait, I got it ... Move away from him!
I don’t think any of that stuff would do the slightest good.