By

 

James Bredin

 

Are we stuck with nuclear power whether we like it or not?

Do you remember Three Mile Island and what we nearly got?

That near nuclear melt down caused some of us all to think,

Then there was Chernobyl in Ukraine with the communist link.

 

But that was twenty years ago so they want us all to forget,

They haven’t figured out where to put radio active waste yet,

And it will still be radio active ten thousand years from now,

Our descendents will just have to figure it all out somehow.

 

What does it take to make us realize the dangers involved?

And the nuclear energy guys may not have the problems solved,

Which will it be – global warming or nuclear winter soon?

Melting ice caps or a cloud that looks like a giant mushroom.

 

They want to dump those used radio active spent rods in your back yard,

No need to be concerned about this they say or even on your guard,

There’s not a chance that you might start to glow in the dark,

And if you do, you can apply for a job at some amusement park.

 

Monday, May 07, 2007

 

 

Scandal at the World Bank

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Scandal at the World Bank about a lot of wasted dough,

Billions disappeared and they pretend they don’t even know,

Because they’re isolated and arrogant and way up high,

Shovelled loans never paid back to those high up in the sky.

 

But they have programs to promote democracy they say,

They have their own secret agenda that they never display,

Projects without supervision where no one really cares,

Funding for friendly dictators where results are never compared.

 

They trot out a list of successes to justify their existence,

Pompously pretending in their constant arrogant persistence,

Funding for every two-bit UN failed state they can find,

Friends of friends and no Swiss-account dictator is ever maligned.

 

Bureaucrats and consultants here and there and everywhere,

No one held accountable in this vast UN swindle affair,

Where kickbacks and embezzlement are never revealed,

House cleaning not allowed at the UN and everything concealed.

 

Saturday, May 5, 2007

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

It was the nee in her obituary name that caught my eye,

I remembered her, a virgin in the fifties and I knew why,

She nearly drove me mad in those days so long long ago,

Strutting her big hips, up and down the street all aglow.

 

Some guy, older, bolder and richer than me got her attention,

They went off, got married and had babies; did I mention?

They slowly got older and eventually they too died,

Obituary lives all spent with lots and lots of pride.

 

And here I am, a keen observer of the passing parade,

As times passes by so slowly, decade after decade,

Sometimes but not often, I ask myself what it all means,

Does it amount to anything or are we worth a hill of beans?

 

And not being very religious, I don’t have the solutions,

Not like the priests, ministers, praying for your contributions,

But even they are caught in this trap of life and death,

And no one has the answers and we eventually run out of breath.

 

Friday, May 04, 2007

 

 

 

Soft on illegal refugees and criminals

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

He got life in jail but eligible for parole in five days,

He has to promise to be good and amend his criminal ways,

And his name cannot be published because of some crazy law,

So nobody can know who he is or that a foolish law is flawed.

 

And our hypocrite politicians say everything is great,

No need for referendums or recall and little debate,

Insignificant events in parliament they might discuss,

But without recall or referendums you just can’t cause a fuss.

 

Did that terrorist refugee claimant deny he had AIDS?

Denied he trained in Afghanistan, how to use a grenade

Allowed in by the proud Immigration and Refugee Board,

Did they take the word of that refugee who seems to have scored?

 

The politically correct types were reading Trudeau’s Charter,

Written for “Everyone” including a suicide martyr,

Pompously written for every single person on the globe,

It doesn’t matter what’s hidden under his white pyjama robe.

 

And our harebrained legislators appear to be on crack,

No terrorist in Canada, they say, would dare to attack,

Because we’re so good and green and politically correct,

Christmas may even be cancelled, out of political respect.

 

And next week all women may be required to cover their heads,

Will it be a burka, a chador, a shawl, ordered by the feds?

Definitely from those appointed to the Supreme Court,

And we bend over backwards as if this was some sort of sport.

 

Saturday, April 28, 2007

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

The unholy fetus holocaust abortions go on and on,

We seem to placidly accept these killings with a sleepy yawn,

The righteous activist feminist ladies all insist,

That this killing of unborn babies ls legal, so they persist.

 

These activists, politicians and the High Court judges agree,

That this is moral conduct and not godless debauchery,

Therefore everyone should be happy with our holocaust,

No change is legislation needed and no righteous outburst.

 

I envy those who have that faith and don’t need to debate,

No conscience needed when killing babies in their state of grace,

Hitler and Stalin would both understand this holocaust stuff,

The type of conduct they both loved interestingly enough.

 

We will eventually be told somewhere down the line,

That our numbers are decreasing and have been for some time,

We’ve been replaced by incoming pious immigrants they say,

Muslims who stay away from abortion clinics by the way.

 

Without recall or referendums, we’re stuck in this agenda,

Helpless to influence events or political propaganda,

So the fetus abortion holocaust will continue for sure,

A quick way for ladies of fashion to stay slim and endure.

Saturday, April 21, 2007