Toronto Down the Tubes

By

James Bredin

The homeless are complaining about being left out in the cold,
Not enough programs or projects or places for them to go,
Transitional housing, drop-ins and 22 places are not enough,
Want more welfare soon or they say they might get rough.

As the panhandlers and street people demand even more,
They say it’s pretty rough out there sleeping in a door,
Constant crackheads need a safe place to do their drugs,
And no more jail time just because they’re criminals and thugs.

As they demand their many rights to beg and to bother,
People going or coming from work or even a city father,
Heroin addicts are communities, that have conditions,
And they like those left-wing socialist city politicians.

Who are you to tell them, go home or go get a job?
They have rights and you are probably some right-wing slob,
Because their politicians will do exactly as they say,
You better catch the subway quick and go far far away.

And the feds better get in on this because it’s their game too,
Call off the cops and no more trying to move or subdue,
These people have Charter Rights just like the AIDS refugees,
They’ll all have to get together with Toronto City trustees.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Refugees claim Charter rights as they arrive every night,

Out at Toronto International Airport on the incoming flights,

Can’t go back to where they came from for fear of discrimination,

Someone shows them how to fill out a refugee application.

 

Doesn’t matter what diseases the have – AIDS, TB, or plague.

They surely don’t speak English and can be difficult and vague,

But they know they’re in the right place because of advice,

They got from an Internet site, up to date and very precise.

 

 Of course you didn’t know because this stuff is all hidden,

The idea of an open democracy is completely forbidden,

And if you come down with some strange tropical disease,

This politically correct attitude should put you at ease.

 

We don’t know how many sneaked in at the AIDS Conference,

Not allowed to think about bureaucratic incompetence,

Pompous UN politicians say this is how it should be,

We have to agree, we’re so lucky to have AIDS refugees.

 

You can’t ask questions if you don’t know what to ask,

Your MP is very busy doing some other outlandish task,

We’ll have an election sometime in the years to come,

And if you want things to change; you’re obviously only scum.

 

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

The International AIDS Conference was pompous and vague,

Unknown number of AIDS infected patients with the plague,

Left in Toronto claiming their Charter Rights to stay here,

Politically correct UN politicians by then had disappeared.

 

Somewhere along the slippery social way we screwed up bad,

Panhandlers, street people, refugees out of control and mad,

Twenty million more AIDS patients are now on the way here,

“EVERYONE” says the Charter so we have no plague to fear.

 

Homeless crackheads want their safe injection clinic sites,

Left-wing politicians are listening to the junkies’ delights,

Toronto Ontario needs a dictator to straighten things out,

Clear the streets of these various vagabonds milling about.

 

Politically correct media plus all the talking heads,

Line up on screen and in the papers and then they blamed the feds,

Crackheads say there is no fault and everything’s okay,

And Conservatives who want to change things should go away.

 

Monday, September 11, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

The International AIDS Conference was pompous and vague,

Unknown number of AIDS infected patients with the plague,

Left in Toronto claiming their Charter Rights to stay here,

Politically correct UN politicians by then had disappeared.

 

Somewhere along the slippery social way we screwed up bad,

Panhandlers, street people, refugees out of control and mad,

Twenty million more AIDS patients are now on the way here,

“EVERYONE” says the Charter so we have no plague to fear.

 

Homeless crackheads want their safe injection clinic sites,

Left-wing politicians are listening to the junkies’ delights,

Toronto Ontario needs a dictator to straighten things out,

Clear the streets of these various vagabonds milling about.

 

Politically correct media plus all the talking heads,

Line up on screen and in the papers and then they blamed the feds,

Crackheads say there is no fault and everything’s okay,

And Conservatives who want to change things should go away.

 

Monday, September 11, 2006

 

 

 

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James Bredin

 

Young criminals are these days referred to as “troubled youth”,

They like to wear hoods, hats, sun glasses, baggy pants, uncouth,

Seldom look you in the eye and may indeed be high.

Have an angry ghetto attitude and all that implies.

 

Their unwed mothers, sisters, brothers and others live there too,

Seldom bothered with school when they were young or when they grew,

Living on crime and welfare with no fathers or husbands in sight,

A place of hidden guns, drugs, gangs, big money and fierce fights.

 

Their ambitions have been formed in this ghetto in great detail,

They know many friends who have been shot and even more in jail,

 They have their own customs, culture, gangs, people and place,

Politically correct seldom look there or them in the face.

 

And within this closed-in culture they have great esteem,

Add that to the wishy washy soft-on-crime justice scheme,

Of multi culture, multi lingual and multi this and that,

While real Canadians are off in Afghanistan in combat.

 

And you are kept in the dark about what’s really going on,

As they’re in and out of court for bail or charges withdrawn,

Legal aid lawyers and social workers working on a case,

Hidden, completely hidden from the public eye in disgrace.

 

Saturday, September 9, 2006