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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Start with an I and end with a slam



Start with an I and end with a Slam

By

James Bredin

Homosexual bishops conducting church interaction,
Pedophile priests being caught in lots of their action,
Churches being torn down because of lack of a crowd,
Gone are the days when Christians sang and prayed out loud.

Huge high mosques being built just a mile down the street,
It happened before; history is seldom if ever discreet,
Turkey was once very Christian and old Egypt too,
History sometimes repeats itself but who knew?

Politicians scratching their heads but they don’t give a damn,
They know it all starts with an I and ends with a slam,
Will all those tattooed ladies eventually be told?
Put on this black mask burka and don’t be so bold.

Multicultural politically correct policies galore,
Discrimination forbidden; it’s human rights now and before,
Separation of church and state but just for now,
The imams don’t run a church so they may not allow.

No abortions, no alcohol no pill plus four wives,
Makes for lots of Muslim babies and so they arrive,
This will be happening in just a few decades they say,
No same-sex issues then and no parade for the gay.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Monday, November 27, 2006

Betty wants to run up mountains after sheep


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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Single Welfare Mothers




Single Welfare Mothers

By

James Bredin


The unwed mothers of the world arrive by the plane load,
Claim refugee Charter Rights and welfare and do what they’re told,
Are countries that encourage refugees and unwed mothers doomed?
Addicted to programs of entitlement as people are groomed.

Women who make half brothers with different fathers’ names,
And half sisters – for distant future single-mother games,
In the ghetto where they live the culture of welfare for life,
Where no one ever goes to work and it all seems quite right.

Fatherless boys who eventually tend to clog the courts,
Politically correct can’t be mentioned in newspaper reports,
All on legal aid as numbers increase and ghettos enlarge,
Places of gangs, guns, drugs, death, and so few are charged.

Trudeau’s Charter written for “EVERYONE” on earth it seems,
Terrorists, criminals, despots with drug dealing refugee schemes,
And unwed mothers of the world who can’t do anything wrong,
As they make a second generation who scream that they belong.

They can disguise anything and everything under human rights,
Claiming discrimination and bigotry every day and night,
Public hearings will resume at Queen’s Park very soon,
The Ontario Human Rights commission at first opportune.

Direct access to their tribunals is a political joke,
Socialist Liberal politicians hidden behind the smoke,
Bureaucratic backlog that could stretch for miles and maybe years,
Can’t change the Charter or the system so no political fears.

Should these single mothers be told they need a husband man?
Is this too difficult for our politically-correct brains to scan?
And if they can’t find a man, their welfare payments should drop,
We can’t afford single mothers of the world in our welfare shop.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Saturday, November 25, 2006

A Nation is a Nation

The Wall


A Nation is a Nation

By

James Bredin

If Quebec is a “nation,” can we be a “nation” too?
Or is “nation” just a word for the special-interest few?
Is Ontario good enough to be a “nation” by itself?
Or are we being refused because we don’t assert ourselves?

Is it just a word or could it have some legal implications?
Could it all lead to constitutional complications?
Could the provinces, like in the US, change names to states?
Free “nations” within Canada, could be up for some debates.

But Trudeau’s Charter was written for “EVERYONE” on earth,
Do we need to rewrite it for a Constitutional rebirth?
And have rights to property for all Canadians here,
Maybe recall and referendums and all done without fear.

Could Alberta be called a “nation” but they’re so far away,
Is that a yes or a no and what’s the reason for the delay?
We may as well have term limits, so no one else has a gripe,
And wonder what other changes are coming down the pipe.

Friday, November 24, 2006

Thursday, November 23, 2006

Fix Canada Soon







Fix Canada Soon

By

James Bredin

We have those who have sold their souls to the way things are,
Is Quebec a nation; are we a nation or is this all bizarre?
Should we stay in Afghanistan or get to hell out?
Is it fortunate or unfortunate that some of us have a doubt?

Is Quebec a nation or is this just a matter for debate?
Or just a political word to calm all those who are irate?
Or are we wandering around in the woods trying to pretend?
That history doesn’t matter and we can make amends.

Nationalists of course are all worked up about this and that,
What does this word or that word mean or is it all old hat?
Does it involve culture, language, ethnicity or law?
Or does it show that we indeed have a national flaw?

If we want to fix Canada soon, we should start at the top,
Political appointed judges should all get the chop,
Replaced by those who are questioned and people elected,
No more elitists who are quietly back-room selected.

One or two-term senators to be picked by electorate,
No more life-time appointees in the Senate Protectorate,
We should have binding national referendums and recall,
So that tax and spend politicians can’t cause us to crawl.

And all politicians should be bound by term limits – two,
No more lifetime prime ministers who refuse to say adieu,
And Canadians should have property rights in the Charter,
All Canadians, all Canada and we are indeed smarter.

And all votes in parliament should be completely party-free,
We should not have to live under some special-interest decree,
Canadians should have proportional representation,
No more socialist activist free spending foundations.

Canadians need to elect their own prime minister,
Not someone chosen by a political party -- sinister,
And elections held by date – not when and if he/she decides,
Parliament sits six months a year, full TV view where no one hides.

Canadians should have the right to refuse to assemble,
No compulsory membership and no need to tremble,
With a simple process to rewrite Trudeau’s Charter of Rights,
You read it here first and it didn’t take too many bytes.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Fortune-teller future





Fortune-teller future

By

James Bredin

Bureaucratic left-wing multicultural Charter types in charge,
Will ensure the next generation will be Islamic en large,
Because Muslims have fertility rates three times ours,
Different religion, four wives and no feminists empowered.

No pill, family planning or abortion clinics for them,
No same-sex issues because the ayatollah would condemn,
Whereas our culture is doomed, controlled and not allowed to grow,
Birth control has us tied to our small-family status quo.

Their culture of questions and inquiries does not exist,
In their closed world of backwards writing the imams persist,
As we watch their population explosion in slow time,
Charter-Right immigrants at the mosque as the numbers climb.

And in a generation or two, our types will all be dead,
Replaced by Muslims with four wives and their many kids instead,
The few Canadians left will slowly assimilate or flee,
No bacon on menu thanks to Trudeau’s Charter guarantee.

When we’re a minority, will we wonder how it came about?
Or will the imams tell us we’re not allowed to have a doubt?
And this way we don’t have to bother or question or ask,
About liberty or freedom or why women all wear a mask.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Monday, November 20, 2006

Regional Wars

Prime Minister Stephen Harper




Regional Wars


By

James Bredin

The UN wants us in Darfur, Somalia, Sudan or Chad,
When we pull out of Afghanistan because that’s so sad,
New UN humanitarian crisis of global proportions,
Genocide, Blackhawk down, murder, death and extortions.

These regional wars here and there, everywhere including Haitian,
UN screams that it’s all an unacceptable situation,
We are part of their machine being sent here and there,
To help their despot special friends and be a major player.

But why should Canada be involved in the Gaza Strip?
Or Rwanda, Chad, Somalia, seen nightly on news clips,
Or Darfur, Congo into Sharia law, war and aids,
Places of continuous conflict, guns, grenades and plagues.

Does it matter who wins their various ongoing civil wars?
Which religion, despot dictator or the Africa Corps,
As politicians point fingers and religious fanatics pray,
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel but we have to pay.

Why not let the phone ring and just pretend that we’re busy?
Declare our independence and let them go off in a tizzy,
It doesn’t matter who wins or loses those wars over there,
We should tell the UN, Mr. Bush and Mr. Blair.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Enjoy Christmas Now





Enjoy Christmas Now

By

James Bredin

Will women wear the hijab, the niqab or the burka soon?
Will men have beards, four wives and caps like that Danish cartoon?
This can’t happen here, you say, because we’re so proud and good,
But demographic disparities are seldom understood.

Because in our democracies it’s only numbers that count,
And four Muslim wives make more babies in no small amount,
And as their numbers increase it soon becomes quite clear,
We’re just another minority but what have we to fear?

But by then things will have changed in a hundred different ways,
Grandkids will remember Christmas in the good old days,
Before pedophile priests or churches sold and turned into mosques,
Or knocked down for condominiums or small business kiosks.

It’s a gradual change as time and politics turn the pages,
And our descendents reverse into fundamental dark ages,
Because referendums and recalls have never been allowed,
Our politicians think things are great and they all feel so proud.

Will the ayatollahs cancel Christmas as is feared?
Will men have to have four wives and a huge big beard?
Affirmative action no help when the handwriting is on the wall,
So enjoy Christmas while you’re still able to make that last call.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Sharia Law or Climate Change











Sharia Law or Climate Change

By

James Bredin

We’re enroute to the funeral of the way things used to be,
When church and state were separate and you and I could see,
The imams have their own rules and international aspirations,
New ball game full of extraordinary complications.

Will Sharia law or climate change do it to us first?
Could flash freezing of the northern hemisphere be worse?
Will some same-sex- marriage guys point and change the way?
Should I head for the far away hills and have nothing to say?

Is this really the end of the world as we knew it?
Did something happen along the way and we blew it?
Will the separation of church and state just have to go?
Will they all come together as only the imams know?

Is the sea going to rise by the next new moon?
Democratic death spiral of our doomed society soon,
Will demographics – the Muslim numbers – point the way?
Knock knock, who’s there; it’s only us imams and we’re here to stay.

Are we going to have Sharia law – like it or not?
New rules and regulations and they’ve got a lot,
It’s only fair that activists feminists be told to prepare,
To wear the burka or the niqab and always take care.

Because the changes coming our way are really profound,
It’s black headscarves and black dresses down to the ground,
You have Charter Rights but I don’t know about your tattoos?
Discomfort times ten though if you don’t pay your dues.

Saturday, November 18, 2006



Friday, November 17, 2006

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War on Terror



War on Terror

By

James Bredin

The war on terror has become a very strange affair,
No real enemy is identified because we don’t seem to care,
The politically correct need guidance and assistance here,
Identify the enemy and terrorist smoke might clear.

Just another multicultural thing to manage they say,
By politicians at the mosque or the morgue any day,
Why do they need our democracy over in the Middle East?
Mad as a mix of suicide bombers or aids refugees released,

While we the people have to tolerate and accommodate shame,
Terrorists all named Mohammed play an international game,
Journalists who interview them say that they are all nice,
Some journalists would sell their souls for a decent price.

As these raggedy-ass pajama-clad guys don’t seem to care,
We should abandon them all alone in their Afghanistan lair,
And what happened to Somalia may indeed happen to them,
As they slaughter each other daily and righteously condemn.

Our incoming immigrants don’t have to change but we do,
As they build their mosques, read the Koran and quietly subdue,
And we have Trudeau’s international Charter to read,
Written for “Everyone” in the world, when “Everyone” agreed.



Thursday, November 16, 2006

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Action Organizations




Action Organizations

By

James Bredin

The so-called international community is busy right now,
Their left wing media is telling us what we should allow,
Immigrant refugees with aids from someplace over there,
Allowed in but forbid Christian stuff in schools especially prayer.

They call themselves international to cover their agenda,
Far out left wing communist UN socialist propaganda,
They seem to hate the Jews and don’t like Israel at all,
Protest this that and those especially the Israeli wall.

And if and when they take control, we will have to march to their tune,
The International played while we march like soldiers in platoon,
Under the guise of human rights we should pay attention,
And never mention Sharia law or any other tension.

They claim they want to help those below the poverty line,
The homeless, the poor, the panhandlers and those inclined,
At their next left-wing demonstration they’d like you to attend,
Also at all their meetings and you will eventually comprehend.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A Change in the Tide

Castor Bean






A Change in the Tide

By

James Bredin

Was that last American election enough to change the tide?
Hardly noticeable at the time but we’re all along for the ride?
Will these changes eventually take two or three years?
Will we get it right or wrong this time with no reason for tears?

Will the monster military memory of might still pervade?
Is a healthy democracy enough for us to persuade?
Or is a healthy economy reason enough to stay at war?
For the flag, jobs, honour, justice and democracy afar.

Will the Ministry of Defence still be master of events?
Deciding where and when to go and what will be spent?
To prove once again that military might is always right,
And bad guys, no matter who or where they are, should come out and fight.

Does anyone have the answers or will America be alone?
Is this an illusion of information that’s largely unknown?
Is human rights far away, reason enough to be involved?
Or are we in UN or NATO hands to get it all solved?


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Monday, November 13, 2006

Liberal Leadership




Liberal Leadership

By

James Bredin

The lying Liberals are having a predicament these days,
The entails of the adscam scandal and their crooked ways,
Coming back to haunt them when they want to strut their slimy stuff,
Because they want to tax and spend again and never get enough.

And then they want to go down to the United Nations,
Or buy more cheap submarines that burn on Atlantic stations,
And most of all they mean to be a majority once more,
With another monster prime minister like before.

Their multicultural policies pushed with a smile,
They did it for fifteen years and that’s a terribly long while,
Through all the countless scandals all pushed under the rug,
Accusations and allegations always met with a shrug.

They don’t know whether to call Quebec a nation or not,
They’ll do anything; say anything, so long as they don’t get caught,
Their pretence of moral superiority was their shtick,
With enough scandals under the rug to make anyone sick.

Billions set aside for their Kyoto credit points,
Hidden foreign aid to every communist left-wing joint,
They sent the adscam ransom to their friends in Quebec,
Stopped when the scandal found out and we can’t even check.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

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Saturday, November 11, 2006

America Alone





America Alone

By

James Bredin

I hear Mark Steyn wrote a book called America Alone,
The politically correct types prefer that this was unknown,
They want it censored, banned or burned because it’s offensive,
It must be a great book if they are that apprehensive.

Full of inflammatory and Islamophobic slander they say,
Probably extremely offensive racist candor by the way,
They say it’s full of hate and probably disgusting,
Left-wing activists want politically correct adjusting.

Still others say it’s irresponsible to have this book in public,
It should be forbidden in Canada and the US Republic,
And the CBC seems in complete xenophobic shock,
Not the type of directions they give their left-wing flock.

Some want to suppress and censor all his information,
These ideas can’t be spread to the Canadian congregation,
Because he might expose the status quo for what it’s worth,
Left wing multicultural liberal political hell on earth.


Friday, November 10, 2006

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Keep up the good work but they'll never believe you


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Gridlock

By

James Bredin

Gridlock could describe a daily Toronto traffic jam,
City paralyzed by politicians who don’t give a damn,
Bumper to bumper, 4-wheel drives lined up for miles,
Slowed to a stand still, engines purr but no one smiles.

Politicians catering to panhandlers in dreadlocks,
Little communist committees don’t think about gridlock,
They ride bicycles or walk because they live down town,
And those who commute through the gridlock are just clowns.

They are going to pass a Toronto bylaw one day soon,
Everyone has to have a TTC pass by next June,
That’s the only way to ease the traffic situation,
Normal people would do this in absolute desperation.

And if the place where you work is off the beaten track,
You can walk for miles and miles but watch out for an attack,
Because criminal panhandlers and street people are bold,
Now read this poem carefully and do what you’re told.

We’ve been coming to this stage for almost fifty years,
We need someone like Mayor Mel and some engineers,
To come back and tell us and show them what to do,
Expand the subway system which is long overdue.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Canadian Stuff -> United Nations

Canadian Stuff -> United Nations

Secret Canadian Conservative Poetry by kilkee

Secret Canadian Conservative Poetry by kilkee

Monday, November 06, 2006

Quit the UN now




Quit the UN now

By

James Bredin

Lets stand on our own feet and resign from the UN now,
Mostly tyrant despot dictators which strange UN rules allow,
It’s costing too much money, not counting their foreign aid,
Canada should pull out tomorrow and forget this masquerade.

And our pompous politicians will have to stay at home,
Isn’t that just too bad because they like so much to roam,
And Saddam’s oil for food scandal has all but disappeared,
They want to hang him now, not because he interfered.

As our media feeds us constant left-wing UN propaganda,
To keep us on their right left track and their UN agenda,
They want us in Africa to stop aids and genocide there,
We can still stay in Afghanistan though, on a wing and a prayer.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Unwed Welfare Mothers




Unwed Welfare Mothers

By

James Bredin

Our system encourages women to be unwed mothers,
With a career in the ghetto to make babies like many others,
With at least eight kids, friends and countless relatives galore,
No need for husbands who might want to work in order to score.

Lifetime carefree career with free apartment and no rent,
No parking, security or hydro problems to torment,
And lots of boyfriends to help make even more welfare babies,
Enlarge the welfare check for these single welfare ladies.

In the world of political correctness this can’t be brought up,
Though we get the communist media party line daily closeup,
From our left wing newspapers with their UN propaganda,
We should be in Africa soon according to their agenda.

And welfare daughters of course all grow up to know the score,
As soon as they get pregnant, no need for school anymore,
They only needs a welfare workers to guide her on their way,
To join the mothers and the others for lifetime of welfare pay.

Friday, November 03, 2006

Canadian Stuff -> Adscam Hearings

Canadian Stuff -> Adscam Hearings

Friday, November 03, 2006

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Thursday, November 02, 2006

Canadian Crime


Canadian Crime

By

James Bredin


The main witness to the double murder could not be found,
He too was wanted but had somehow decided to leave town,
The others were inclined to kill each other often and fast,
Common denominator single mothers and ghetto past.

So the double murder charges all had to be stayed,
And four maybe hitmen walked away but they were not dismayed,
Released back into the ghetto and ready to kill once more,
Except this time kill the witness too – not like before.

Where soft on crime appointed judges strutted their stuff,
Political appointees for life and no need to be tough,
Legal aid lawyers with their double gobbledegook talk,
Just open the prison gates and let the prisoners all walk.

Thursday, November 2, 2006

Wednesday, November 01, 2006




War Torn Places in Africa

By

James Bredin

It seems they have the occasional blood bath over there,
Religion, political turmoil, tribal faction when they dare,
Rwanda type genocide with maybe a million or more dead,
Where nothing makes sense and half the population has fled.

It seems to be an annual event that no one can fix,
Add in an aids plague and famine where the AK47s click,
Insert some oil wells, despot dictators with their agenda,
Then add in left-wing newspapers with UN propaganda.

Some want our peacekeeping soldiers there but some others don’t,
No one seems to know which group of oddballs is in the forefront,
But we might pretend that we’re like missionaries of old,
With a message about democracy that needs to be told.

Everything would be peaceful and no need for guns or threats,
Our pompous politicians at the UN, could all cool their jets,
If you believe this poem, you are more a goat than a mouse,
Being led like a flock of sheep to another UN slaughter house.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006