By

James Bredin

We have areas where they fight, kill, do drugs, sh*t and uri*nate,

Believe it or not, none of this comes up for official debate,

Homeless criminals with Charter Rights who cannot be charged,

Because, in our left-wing media, this issue is supercharged.

Can’t be extradited, deported, convicted or sent to jail,

Goody-two-shoe pro bono legal aid lawyers arrange their bail,

As the area decays around them and no one even cares,

The broken-window theory cannot be launched and so no repairs.

While panhandlers and drug addicted activists make demands,

And politicians tend to obey their orders like commands,

And the overtaxed people are led around like a herd of sheep,

Being led quietly to the slaughterhouse where it’s too late to weep.

We need a dictator or a strongman and we need him soon,

Before left-wing political correctness becomes our doom,

We need someone to counteract our slide straight into hell,

Someone to put the people who deserve it, straight into a cell.

We need someone now that we can respect to put things right,

Some law and order guy or girl to shine a big bright light,

Or are we all – politicians and judges -- about to find out?

What real social chaotic conditions are all about.

Saturday, June 09, 2007

By

James Bredin

Whatever happened to the Elane Plaza Scarborough Place?

One fine day it was gone and we were left without even a trace,

The developers built a development as developers do,

Now only the memories are left for the scattered few who knew.

The people, the places, the faces and the words then spoken?

Are now a mere memory as fleeting as a subway token,

Gone forever except for those who knew the people and the place,

Plus the merchants who made it all work as they rented their space.

Where’s the theater, butcher shop, barber shop and the pool hall?

Even the political room for our MPP if I recall,

Suddenly it’s gone and there seems to be something missing,

Why am I sitting here remembering and reminiscing?

Friday, June 08, 2007

Abortions, Prostitution and Euthanasia

By

James Bredin

Can’t have prostitution or euthanasia because it’s a sin,

Where sanctimonious religious lobbies were inclined to win,

But we have abortions where the furious feminists won,

Not in parliament though, but the Supreme Court where it was done.

We know the number of Jews killed by the holocaust Nazi regime,

But no holocaust statistics for babies from abortions teams,

Decisive death decisions not passed by parliamentary law,

But by an appointed Supreme Court in one fierce feminist flaw.

And no referendums or recall of politicians allowed,

Though they were the ones who appointed the Supreme Court crowd,

And Trudeau and his friends all wrote their so called Charter of Rights,

Allowed appointed Supreme Court to make these laws from lofty heights.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

By

James Bredin

Time was once my great friend but these days it looks the other way,

It now has me trapped in old age and I have to obey,

And few people have much respect for seniors or give a damn,

I guess they think I had my kick at the can and soon I can scram.

My memory banks are full though I’m still trying for have more,

People, places and faces back to when I thought I knew the score,

Back to a time when Toronto was known as Toronto the Good,

Before loud music and ghetto types inclined to wear a hood.

Though I hate to think of what I may have missed along the way,

The girls I kissed, some I missed especially when I was pissed,

Between blackouts, good luck and good fortune, I seem to have survived,

Here I am today, old, bogged down in memories but I’ve arrived.

I can’t deny the fact that one of these days I will die,

Then it’s all over and only the preachers and priests can deny,

They might say that I was a good guy and I’ll live forever,

They have to put on a front and a good pompous endeavor.

I just wish I could turn back the clock before I run out of time,

For just twenty, thirty years or more – that would be just fine,

So many memories of people, places, faces and words,

The good, the bad, the indifferent, the criminals and the nerds.

Monday, June 04, 2007

By

James Bredin

Educated activists with a grudge and a government grant,

Held committee meetings and kept up their socialist chant,

Seemed to think that they had this left-wing obligation,

To scream and point their fingers and shout discrimination.

Once again, they had time on their hands and claimed to have found a flaw,

Despite hijacked mass media and opinion that changed the law,

Where vicious young criminal thugs didn’t have to pay the price,

And law-abiding people would have to behave like mice.

So the names of brutal young criminals could not be made known,

Rules of soft-on-crime left-wing activists on their cell phones,

Those who disagree can be called prejudiced, racist or worse,

As fatherless gangsta culture of guns and drugs walk behind a hearse,

Welfare visitor fathers seldom seen in the ghetto place,

Politically correct single welfare mothers in your face,

Institutionalized missing fathers is the way things are,

Taxpayers pay for this set-up though it may seem bizarre.

A socialist social worker’s dream where no one goes to work,

This nightmare welfare-dependent ghetto place of jerks,

In the papers every day and has been for forty years,

Where politicians sell their souls for a vote or so it appears.

Saturday, June 02, 2007