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Toronto Harbor

"In Germany they came first for the Communists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant. Then they came for me, and by that time no one was left to speak up." - Rev. Martin Niemoeller

This is the time and temperature
in Toronto right now.




Toronto the Good




James Bredin


In Toronto the good, guys get gunned down every weekend night,

The city seems to spiral downward in panic and fearful fright,

No one can shoot back because guns are forbidden, barred and banned,

So the fierce fatalities increase though it's hard to understand.




The dead guys of course lie on the floor, quite, dumb and numb,

Bit by the bullets on the dance floor to the beat of a drum,

The logic of this is completely lost to the guy who got shot,

While the dancers all fled and can't remember -- they all forgot.




And the politicians and lawyers all nod their collective heads,

Say it's not their fault; it's up in Ottawa; it's up to the feds,

As criminals, illegals and terrorists arrive every night,

Because they've been told, in Canada they have the Charter of Rights.


Is this message getting through or is it possible we're this thick?

Do we need to get shot at a dance or hit with a brick?

Can we influence our politicians to change things around?

Or listen to their statistics that say that crime is going down?



Saturday, December 06, 2003




The Smoke from the Nuclear Power Station




James Bredin



The Ukraine city of Pripyat died in nineteen eighty six,

Nothing left but the sarcophagus -- a huge big pile of bricks,

Since the Chernobyl nuclear station burned, they all fled,

And died by the thousands in their radiated cancer dread.




Those who didn't die were doomed to the memory of misery,

Because they had believed their government's demagoguery,

That Chernobyl was safe and bureaucrats would never never lie,

They needed a source -- a huge nuclear electrical supply.




And radiation exposure is a dreadful way to go,

As they tell us the CANDU reactors will never never blow,

And just like the poor people of Pripyat our people believe,

And government propaganda is all we're allowed to receive.




Let's hope that Pickering or Darlington will never never burn,

But should the people who live downwind show the slightest concern?

Is the distant government in Ottawa so truthful and square?

Or should those who are watching the smoke say the occasional prayer?


Monday, December 29, 2003




Journalist and Fellow Travelers




James Bredin


Journalists can, at the drop of a hat,

Write a thousand words about this or that,

Inane nothings for the newspaper boss,

Socialist message like carrying a cross.


And push their left wing policies day and night,

Their anti-Americanism of fright,

Blended between the nothingness and the mean,

Disguised in declared loyalty to the Queen.


Faceless message that claims they're so devoted,

Managing masses, praising how they voted,

For Ottawa nerds and pompous party line,

Taxing and spending as though they're divine.


Tuesday, January 06, 2004




Campaign Lies




James Bredin


What can we do about the campaign lies of politicians?

Who will say anything to get elected for their ambitions,

Why have we come to accept these obvious lies as normal?

As if they were magicians dealing with the paranormal.


And shortly after they're elected their pack of lies just pales,

And everything they promised turns out to be just tall tales,

But the people are stuck with them for about four or five years,

While they've got a hand in the treasury and can give us the gears.


We need recall and referendums now to stop all their lies,

To slow these hopeless politicians in their useless disguise,

We need a system of impeachment to show them who's the boss,

And they can be replaced before too much is plundered or lost.


I'm not saying that politicians who don't produce should be jailed,

But we should be able to do something when and if they've failed,

We should fix the system and not have to accept the status quo,

Why should we tolerate them for years and listen to them crow?


Wednesday, January 07, 2004


That Toronto Bridge




James Bredin



Toronto politicians will pay twice for a bridge that's not there,

Enough to scare the living daylights out of the few who care,

It's only our money, though well pay twice as much for the lawyer's bill,

And we'll pay twice the taxes to get nothing -- that's right -- zero -- nil.



Are you getting the message yet as they tell us why they're so good,

And deny that there's anything wrong with this and you understood,

As they send our garbage a thousand miles to the United States,

Three hundred trucks loads on the four o one at extraordinary rates.



Is the logic of this lost to politicians or are they dumb?

Is it possible to lead people to hell and not appear glum?

Will the people get what they deserve because of this election?

Why are we the people then trapped, bogged down by our selection?



Why can't we have a system to get out of this frustration?

Referendums, term limits, recall or proportional representation,

Why should they have us locked down for years in their stupid status quo?

Disciplined, obedient subservient and told to kowtow.



Thursday, January 08, 2004