Third World Journalists

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Exiled journalists from thirty Third World regimes,

End up in Canada or at least so it seems,

From righteous theocracies where their religion is law,

And secret police don’t fool around or hem and haw.

 

Still trying to fight for justice from here, over there,

Where powerful religious nuts are major players,

Where dictatorship, hate, and secret police are the game,

And those who disagree leave dead, lame or in shame.

 

Where dictators righteously proclaim that god is on their side,

And those who live there just better understand and abide,

Or quickly get out of town and out of their sight,

And they better do it quickly in the middle of the night.

 

Thank god for our democracy – the little bit we got,

Where rotten politicians may eventually get caught,

Though no recall or referendums, some papers tell the truth,

 Those not bought by the totally committed or uncouth.

 

Thursday, July 20, 2006

 

 

 

Canadian Criminal Justice System

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

 

Soft-on-crime appointed judges love publication bans,

Politically correct decisions to aid barbarians,

No names or gory details revealed so they’re home free,

And we the public, in the dark, are required to agree.

 

And like minded politicians say they all concur,

Its easy bail and short sentences that usually occur,

Even the names are forbidden for those under eighteen,

Though all the hidden details that could be obscene.

 

And who ever said that the public had a right to know?

Not in the Charter written by Chretien and Trudeau,

No property right either while democracy bereft,

Odious orthodoxies of their socialist far-out left.

 

Terrorist refugees on the incoming flights,

Each and every one of them claiming Charter Rights,

Thanks to the Charter imposed without a referendum,

And not signed by Quebec but this is no conundrum.

 

There is no doubt about it but judges should be elected,

Just to prove that they are not politically connected,

And the names of all accused should be in public domain,

No wishy washy soft-on-crime stuff to explain.

 

 

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

 

 

 

Liberal Leadership Race

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Their Leadership race is gearing up and winding down,

For all those serious looking adscam Liberal clowns,

Each one committed to a far out left wing cause,

They’d like you to forget their criminal adscam flaws.

 

They like Trudeau-Chretien Charter with all those rights,

For all those terrorist refugees on the incoming flights,

And Ben Laden too if he comes and he just might,

Dressed in a long white sheet and he’s quite a sight.

 

Canadians sold down the river by this adscam crowd,

Environmental Kyoto Liberals who feel so proud,

Global taxation unless Stephen can stop them soon,

And our already sky high taxes will go zoom.

 

In the guise of human rights they pompously proceed,

While their real agenda is hidden carefully in greed,

Their dogma of political correctness has taken hold,

They know their way through the heat and the cold.

 

They just want to control all UN and world events,

You should follow them or you could be listed as malcontent,

And their soft-on-crime appointed judge know,

They’re good till seventy five with lots of dough.

 

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Half the people in Toronto are working day and night,

The other half are stuck in gridlock traffic out of sight,

The politicians at City Hall are up to their necks,

Counting homeless criminals which could be complex.

 

As they tax, travel, spend and pompously pretend,

Though gun shots in the night they still can’t comprehend,

They said they’d fix these problems with the nightly guns fights,

And everyone could claim Trudeau-Chretien Charter Rights.

 

And just for that they periodically doubled their pay,

No recall, no referendums and they never go away,

They cater to their ethnic power base so they stay,

Have an answer to every question because of their survey.

 

So they made a declaration that they were the best,

Add soft-on-crime judges and don’t get too depressed,

And if you happen to get shot on the street at night,

You should not have been there and you’re not very bright.

 

The routine nightly murders are listed daily on page eight,

Never on page one and there’s no need for debate,

The mayor is probably in Paris being busy over there,

He carries a cell phone so he’s never unaware.

 

No air of desperation and no changes in sight,

The street people have taken over with all their might,

Panhandlers by the dozen at every bend in the street,

No peace and tranquility and no need to be discreet.

 

Monday, July 17, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

 

Love is a powerful emotion but hate is even stronger,

And like a disease it can both kill and last even longer,

Mix in power, clerics, ambition and politicians,

And all it takes is a switch for hateful warlike conditions.

 

Hate can be taught to last for more than a thousand years,

Point at their religion, race, politics and shed no tears,

Forbidden to negotiate or even bother to sit down,

While everyone listens to some loud clerical clown.

 

Peace compared to love is like war compared to hate,

Warmonger and hatemonger don’t want to debate,

And those who sit down and declare peace in our time,

Are ridiculed severely as if it was an awful crime.

 

And politicians of course refuse to take the blame,

They are united as each of them eagerly proclaim,

Onward onto glory and the good guys always win,

To think otherwise would be a terrible terrorist sin.

 

Saturday, July 15, 2006