Canadian Political Poetry

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This retired person has numberous degrees from the University of Toronto and has lived a life of extreme danger and adventure. If you live in the Western World, it is vital that you read as much of this blog as you can. It is also vital that you check the complete profile here and at the bottom of that page, check the other blogs.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

No Canadian Culture





No Canadian Culture

By

James Bredin

No melting pot immigration allowed in Canada you see,
We’re into multiculturalism to a high degree,
And we’re getting inundated by strange cultures indeed,
Under the Trudeau-Chretien Charter, it’s all guaranteed.

So newcomers fail to get involved in our big melting pot,
Isolated in their cultural traditions, dress and language – the lot,
In multiculturalism, we are the ones, who will change,
When outnumbered ten to one, this will not seem awkward or strange.

And changing the Charter is not politically correct,
Because left wing activists think it’s already perfect,
Feminists are busy reducing numbers at the abortion clinic,
With their health card and you are forbidden to be a cynic.

And Canadians shackled to a system of first past the post,
As we watch those erroneously elected celebrate and boast,
But with more than two candidates where combined loosers have more,
As majority try to make sense of the obscure final score.

No referendums, political term limits or recall,
Just junket politicians and their appointees, who crawl,
And they travel the world too for free on official duties,
Or isolated in some government office and quite snooty.


Monday, January 29, 2007

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Invasion by Immigration


Invasion by Immigration

By

James Bredin

An invasion by immigration was never in the cards,
They still don’t pay much attention to events in this regard,
As incoming refugees claimed Charter Rights with pride,
And Charter multiculturalism cannot be denied.

Under their politically correct international Charter script,
Written by Trudeau and Chretien for millions of nondescript,
For “EVERYONE” in the world regardless of who they are,
These days, political correctness makes it all seem bizarre.

Where burka-clad ladies go to the mosque or maternity ward,
While Canadian girls go to abortion clinic without regard,
And feminists are all pleased and happy about these events,
Don’t seem to realize the numbers this will one day represent.

Politicians say immigration policies are in control,
While our soldiers in far away Afghanistan are on patrol,
It’s a worthy UN-NATO cause they say and it has to be done,
It doesn’t matter if the dead today is your daughter or son.

And 9/11 didn’t upset their political applecart,
No changes to policies or agendas because they’re smart,
When we are afraid of the government we get oppression,
But when government is afraid of the people, we get discretion.

Power to the people some folk like to shout and scream,
But binding referendums and recall are a distant dream,
And Ottawa is very distant and extremely far away,
Our politicians like to travel and may be absent today.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

Friday, January 26, 2007

United Nations Scandal Games






United Nations Scandal Games

By

James Bredin

The UN had a new scandal just about every second day.
Dark details put in the shredder in the usual way,
Covered their telltale tracks by deleting all the facts,
Threw out the hard drives too and then sat back and relaxed.

Designed to keep the peace but the UN loved a little war,
But call them peacekeeping amid battles, bullets, guts and gore,
Wall to wall dictators too, where they came to shout and strut their stuff,
Show the whole world how they can huff and puff and bluff.

And that Saddam oil-for-food scandal never occurred,
The thought of dishonesty at the UN should be absurd,
International investigators found nothing worth while,
It was all gone or it was hidden in their usual style.

They call it our collective failure -- that trouble over there,
All that killing and failed states in Africa and elsewhere,
We are responsible for it all and therefore we should pay,
As they commit genocide almost every night and day.

And that million people killed in Rwanda was our fault too,
Our peacekeepers couldn’t stop the killers and couldn’t subdue,
But the UN kept its good name for those who still believed,
Or those who thought that this time they were not being deceived.

Friday, January 26, 2007

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

The Modern Missionaries


The Modern Missionaries

By

James Bredin

They constantly praise each other up and down all over the place,
Goody-two-shoe left wing political socialists in your face,
Saving Africans from themselves, famine, AIDS and genocide,
And the UN is there, pumping up pompous imitation pride.

Because they have a religious fervor, they never tire,
Media missionaries with pious propaganda background choir,
Full of socialist slogans as though coming straight from god,
Flood the nation with their notions as they ride roughshod.

Call them refugees; get them out of Africa and bring them here,
Multiculturalism in the Trudeau’s Charter and we should cheer,
Because they’re doing so much good; at least that’s what they claim,
And those who don’t agree with them should hang their head in shame.

A society of sheep will get the government they deserve,
That plus lost $billions paid in aid from the Federal Reserve,
To help those on some far away foreign mission over there,
Ends up in a warlord’s Swiss bank account out of public glare.

Ottawa won’t legalize pot or prostitution because it’s a sin,
Those poor fifty dead hookers in Vancouver didn’t win,
But the activists are too busy in Africa to care,
No referendums, no recall they say and nothing to repair.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Monday, January 22, 2007

Canadian Proportional Representation






Canadian Proportional Representation

By

James Bredin

For five minutes every five years we get a chance to change,
Rearrange our pompous politicians, who may be deranged,
But we can’t change the political system of first-past-the-post,
As we watch those erroneously elected celebrate and boast.

Canadians don’t realize the problems of first-past-the-post,
Think it’s democracy if elected candidate wins with the most,
But with more than two candidates and combined loosers have more,
As majority try to make sense of the obscure final score.

Because they are not represented by the one who was elected,
Their votes were split among the several others they selected,
The system should be changed to proportional representation,
So the votes of the majority are not lost in frustration.

Lots of wasted time and votes as though given away for free,
It should be according to the voters’ preferences -- one, two, three,
Press a button and a computer will say who is elected,
Closer to democracy and what everyone expected.

Proportional representation, like referendums and recall,
Not much thought about in Canadian politics at all,
Where lawyers say that Trudeau’s Charter for “EVERYONE” is okay,
Incoming refugees and terrorists all claiming rights to stay.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Saturday, January 20, 2007

My Old Nemesis





My old nemesis

By

James Bredin

Met my aged nemesis at a pensioners meeting today,
Hatred times ten; hidden emotions still seething away,
Poetic justice as he, in pain, bent over his walker, sore,
He won old battles long ago but now may have lost the war.

Our eyes met for a micro second as he scanned the hall,
Remembered his rank arrogance when our backs were to the wall,
He knew and I knew that the cards had long since changed,
The urge to do or say something sarcastic could be arranged.

But the urge to demonstrate my revenge had to be curbed,
He would win the game of life if I showed I was disturbed,
Because in life, like chess, certain system rules have to be obeyed,
Both the winners and the loosers know who lost when they played.

I just hope he knew the hatred and detestation that filled the air,
As he left early, quickly, quietly, pushed his walker in despair,
A wounded opponent in the game of life from long ago,
No welcome at the pensioners meeting on a quid pro quo.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Polygamy Anyone





Polygamy Anyone?

By

James Bredin

At the moment it’s a crime in Canada to have two wives,
But times are changing fast where political correctness thrives,
And the Trudeau-Chretien Charter gives rights to “Everyone” alive,
The appointed Supreme Court is waiting for them all to arrive.

When polygamy is allowed next year; will it be a big hit?
What Canadian can afford to do this, even a small bit?
And two women in a small kitchen, they say, is not good,
And four fat women might not even fit; is that understood?

What if one woman wants a divorce; can she just up and go?
Should she go to court for some alimony dough though?
I realize that you don’t have the answers to these questions,
And of course I don’t have any advice or suggestions.

And what will the fierce feminists do about these decisions?
Because High Court decisions are final without revisions,
Will they demand to have three husbands each to even it up?
Hair-brained like another abortion-clinic decision matchup.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Monday, January 15, 2007

Polygamist Feminists



Polygamist Feminists

By

James Bredin


When polygamy finally comes to Canada maybe next year,
And men are allowed to have three or four wives without fear,
Nailed down by a future politically correct High Court judge,
Feminists should demand equality and not hold a grudge.

Women should have three husbands and this is not frivolity,
It’s only fair and it should be demanded for equality,
Hardly noticed amid multiculturalism and other agenda,
It will prove that Trudeau’s Charter was not just propaganda.

Where they wont change the Charter and everyone has rights,
No real democracy while the judges caught in the headlights,
Without referendums or recall but no one makes demands,
While Ottawa bilingual politicians send out their commands.

Tax and spend and shove political correctness down our throats,
Where they do anything say anything just for the sake of votes,
Or should fanatical feminists just shut up and wear a veil?
Stay docile and quiet and don’t write or even send an e-mail.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Pondering Polygamy

Irish Mountain


Pondering Polygamy

By

James Bredin

If someone is eventually charged in a bigamy case,
And they get to the Supreme Court – that holy Charter place,
Where political appointees will decide about bigamy crimes,
Canadian bigamist will be set free in these strange times.

As the left wing praise the Trudeau/Chretien Charter of Rights,
Where international social activists have us in their sights,
Culture invasion by immigration but politically correct,
Where “EVERYONE” has rights even a terrorist suspect.

Claiming Charter rights and religious freedom to have three wives,
In High Court where political appointees live out their lives,
Where democracy means nothing to these lifelong appointees,
Where politically correct righteous decisions are a breeze.

As the dreadful Trudeau/Chretien Charter reveals once more,
Canada has radically changed from what it was before,
And democracy is a memory where the people can’t decide,
Where politicians and the people are forced to be on side.

And if a man is then entitled to have three women as wives,
Could women then have three husbands in order to survive?
Equal opportunity, Charter Rights and freedom of choice,
And should Canadians bow down or stand up or rejoice?

And the god of multiculturalism smiled and was pleased
At people who were caught in their own Charter trap and seized
By the righteous left wingers who love the United Nations
Did I upset you with these political complications?

And you’re not even allowed to read the writing on the wall,
Knee deep in hypocritical propaganda where we crawl,
No recall or referendums but abortion clinics here and there,
Our numbers going down and we’re not even in despair.


Saturday, January 13, 2007

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Foreign Aid Please


Foreign Aid

By

James Bredin

Through the years foreign aid money has simply disappeared,
Billions and trillions of dollars just vanished it is feared,
And no one will admit to knowing where the money went,
Donors caught in the trap of believing the UN can’t be bent.


Foreign aid tends to end up in a warlord’s bank account,
That’s point seven of our GDP – a comparative large amount,
As their kleptocrats manipulate the incoming money,
And over there they think that this is all very funny.

But we’re not supposed to think that this could be serious,
And Swiss bank accounts are all hidden and mysterious,
International socialists and activists jump up and down,
They express themselves on TV, make speeches and frown.

We can’t stop sending money they huff and they puff and declare,
People are sick with aids, hungry and many in despair,
We are compelled by the UN to send these foreign aid funds,
Even if we never see results and there are no refunds.

Because these socialists have an international agenda,
As they pompously pump out their UN pious propaganda,
Accountability and foreign aid sinkholes can’t be discussed,
Consultants are also paid big bucks and please don’t cause a fuss.

Friday, January 12, 2007

Thursday, January 11, 2007

War and Peace

Kofi Annan




War and peace

By

James Bredin

There’s no need to justify a UN war; it just has to be done,
There’s no need to think about this because we’ve already won,
The number of dead doesn’t count because then we pull out,
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll never know what it was about.

It’s the economy, stupid; honest politicians might say,
Sometimes we win; sometimes we loose and then we just move away,
Through the UN we can justify a war any place, win or loose,
And at the UN, there is no disgrace and no need for an excuse.

And no one dare question the motives of the United Nations,
No questions please because this is international relations,
Not even Saddam’s oil-for-food scandal can be investigated,
Delay and wait and discuss while all UN wars are debated.

No transparency please as they talk and talk and then they delay,
Cover by calling soldiers peacekeepers in an area that’s gray,
No one, no matter how really rotten can get a UN suspension,
Dictators of the world get front and center UN attention.

They just call it a collective failure somewhere over there,
Failed state probably terrorist so everyone should beware,
Crimes against humanity too so the UN should take action,
Send in some of the peace keepers and get some satisfaction.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the UN should just butt out,
Don’t get involved in their internal struggles even if there’s a doubt,
Don’t send them money; it goes straight to a Swiss bank account,
And those accounts are secret no matter what the amount.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Abortions for girls over twelve

Abortions for girls over twelve

By

James Bredin

Cheap parking nearby and close to the subway station,
To help you get rid of that fearful little fetus frustration,
They’ll call little Johnny just a pregnancy tissue,
This is your private concern, not a government issue.

They won’t tell you whether it was a baby girl or a boy,
Daily at the abortion clinic, lives that they destroy,
Abortion is legal they scream and our instruments are sterile,
While unborn baby girls and boys are silent and so docile.

Lie down on the table there and put your legs in a wide spread,
And in less than five minutes your unborn baby will be dead,
Then burned in the furnace like those Holocaust Auschwitz kids,
Little tiny baby bodies thrown in the flames, God forbid.

Not to worry because there is no evidence or disgrace,
Especially when you’ve never seen his/her little baby face,
Doctors wear white coats so there’s no need for discontent,
And if you are over twelve, you don’t need your parent’s consent.

Friday, January 05, 2007

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Guarded Baby Genocide






Guarded Baby Genocide

By

James Bredin

Genocide on a grand scale and not considered annoying,
No funerals or burials for lives they are destroying,
Our women rush to the abortion clinic with a health card,
And for the live babies in their bellies they have no regard.

And you’re not allowed to notice that this is happening all the time,
Genocide like Auschwitz but that was considered a crime,
It’s now considered women’s free choice – a High Court Charter Right,
To kill the babies in their bellies but always be polite.

And the Charter can’t be changed because it’s written in stone,
At least that’s what they tell us as they forever postpone,
While women dressed in burkas rush off to the maternity ward,
Call their male babies Mohammad which they raise and adore.

Multiculturalism they all call it -- government agenda,
It too is in Trudeau’s Charter spread by their memoranda,
A national secret as our population goes into decline,
And no one seems to notice as politicians say we’re fine.

As we continue to keep our heads buried in the sand,
Read more pumped out left wing propaganda from the paper stand,
As the terrorists and the feminists all claim Charter Rights,
For different reasons of course in their social agenda fights.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Our Future






Our Future

By

James Bredin


Will we be like Paris with the occasional race riot?
Are we allowed to think about this or should we just stay quiet?
Will we change Trudeau’s Charter or just carry on as before?
Giving rights to every immigrant criminal coming in the door.

Will political correctness be carried to extremes?
Amid multicultural edicts and strange ethnic screams,
Will bungling bureaucracies be allowed to still cover their tracks?
Where UN membership means war, travel, spend and tax.

Will we be allowed to retire from the United Nations?
Will we ever be allowed to change our expectations?
As we are carried along on their river of hope and glory,
Hidden UN agenda and their propaganda story.

Should we have referendums, recall and more control?
Or are we caught in some constitutional Charter sink hole?
Where hidden manipulating hands seem to pull all the strings,
And the people know little of what the future will bring.

Monday, January 1, 2007