By

 

James Bredin

 

Is it possible to close down the United Nations?

Propaganda allegations and accusations,

Couldn’t stop Saddam’s oil for food sad scandal,

Can’t stop bomb terrorists who are so suicidal.

 

Representatives from Africa wall to wall,

From every national hovel no matter how small,

Places that have wars and famines on a daily basis,

To suggest a change could get you called a racist.

 

The auditor’s second interim report stopped in its tracks,

Evidence gone through the shredder so the UN can relax,

And just like sad sack Saddam’s oil for food scam,

No one at the UN seems to know or give a damn.

 

This organization pushed the Kyoto regime,

Hidden global taxation and it’s a UN dream,

Smoke screen here, delays there, corruption up to the neck,

Americans and Australians not in, if you care to check.

 

Immunity benefits, salaries and legal fees paid,

There’s no reason for this clique to ever be afraid,

Add to that the fact that whistle blowers get the shaft,

Banished, exiled, replaced, sent away and laughed at.

 

The greatest ripoff in the history of mankind,

And many representatives pretend that they are blind,

Bound down by their politically-correct strife,

Trapped by a clique who conspire to stay for life.

 

Friday, May 19, 2006

 

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Conspiracies of silence and indifference out there,

Hammered in by reality genocide and despair,

As international goody-two-shoe socialists howl,

African Union troops in Darfur have thrown in the towel.

 

Left-wing newspapers show the pictures every day,

The dead, the dying, the starving kids on display,

Places that are all members of the United Nations,

Still they point the finger and make more accusations.

 

As Sudan spirals downwards all the way to hell,

And in Darfur the dead bodies can cause an awful smell,

Where the history of their peace agreements mean nil

Though they live on humanitarian aid or starve still.

 

Does all this stuff make sense at the United Nations?

Where they say they don’t want help but send large $donations,

Activists, petitions and marches and names wall to wall,

Want atrocities stopped when they march, scream and call.

 

But why send peacekeepers to an AIDS infected place,

Could this epidemic come home and slap us in the face?

But our goody-two-shoe politicians want to fix the world,

With their big UN peacekeeping flags unfurled.

 

I apologize if this has caused you to think,

That indeed this might be the next UN agenda stink,

No mention of the Saddam Oil for food scandal these days,

Or reference to the African Union peacekeeper phase.

 

Thursday, May 18, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

Sadness beyond sadness, enough to break your heart,

Massacre after massacre and that’s just how they start,

Where the body count is meaningless as the world looks on,

And African Union troops are either missing or gone.

 

Places there in Africa where they must be out to lunch,

How else could you explain that homicidal bunch?

Terror, warlords, AIDS, famine, death and destruction,

Colonialism at its worst never had this construction.

 

The madness of Mogadishu in a tropical storm,

Failed state where intimidation is the norm,

Abduction, slaughter, rape and assassination,

And this is accepted as a normal UN nation.

 

International left-wing socialists telling us to go,

To Darfur with armed soldiers and bring lots of dough,

Because African Union soldiers don’t seem to know how,

And as an afterthought; get out of Afghanistan now.

 

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

 

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Toronto Political Dreams and Schemes

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

The gun problem didn’t happen suddenly overnight,

Started about the time of Trudeau’s Charter of Rights,

Fatherless babies arrived on welfare by the score,

Each increased unwed mother’s benefits galore.

 

Where fathers are not needed and a drag on their schemes,

Could interfere with unwed mothers’ lifelong dreams,

Free apartment, hydro and parking with her many friends,

Some of whom have fatherless babies in the tens.

 

Troubled teens they call them as if they were alright,

Those who rob, rape, steal or kill anything in sight,

They can’t even be identified and that’s a fact,

Because of the crazy Youth Criminal Justice Act.

 

You can’t ask questions directly about these choices,

They are part of the charade and the helpless voices,

The farce of democracy gone mad but hidden from display,

Socialist appointees make decisions every day.

 

No common sense revolution ever allowed here,

Not in the ghetto, where reality is mixed with fear,

Add the soft system where so few go to jail,

Fatherless boys’ status improves after getting bail.

 

Then add guns and drugs and a sub culture of gangs,

That noise in the night is the gunshots going bang,

At what point do you think, that we should think about change?

But how to shake the status quo and rearrange?

 

Add soft politicians, homeless, panhandlers and hookers,

Half a mile thump thump from cars of the onlookers,

And if you say something you might be shot – that’s all,

No hanging, no justice, no referendums or recall.

 

Monday, May 15, 2006

 

 

 

 

By

 

James Bredin

 

We need someone for mayor, who can clean up the mess,

Of street people and panhandlers who demand more -- not less,

They somehow got the message that they can take control,

To steal, beg, borrow and rob and always get parole.

 

The mayor looked around and thought he had a consensus,

Asked for volunteers to count homeless for a census,

Got a report from Social Service and liked what he saw,

Socialism and communism and never withdraw.

 

A committee of appointees to oversee it all,

Encourage complaints against the cops and the law,

Planned pompous programs, hostels, shelters and drop-ins,

And those who think different are obviously has-beens.

 

With welfare organization tentacles everywhere,

Wall to wall agencies and organizations with day care,

The welfare way of life is now considered elite,

Therefore there’s no need for panhandlers to be discreet.

 

Every weasel organization that frequents out there,

Scream they’re marginalized diversified but fair,

Well hidden in the agenda of friends at City Hall,

Need ten-year terms without referendums or recall.

 

Friday, May 12, 2006