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National Interest By James Bredin Should nice national notions be undone by the United
Nations? Should these socialist mandarins insist we fill expectations? Should we be in Bosnia, Africa or Afghanistan? Should our pompous politicians command this battle plan? Should we be allowed to even think about their decisions? About men who were murdered just for carrying ammunitions? Killed by menacing mistakes or by manning real cheap
jeeps, Mitigating circumstances said our political creeps. Should our women be aware who sent their husbands to
their graves? Was it politicians or those who lived in Afghanistan
caves? Should our people have referendums about this deadly
stuff? Or should we go submissively and never say, "Enough
Enough!" Could recall or set election dates influence these insane
times? Cause our politicians to concentrate about homegrown
crimes, Will the meaning of democracy be decided by them? Refuse recall and referendums again and again.
Canadian-UN
Peacekeeping By James Bredin The UN has become delusional, flying on
one wing, Rally of rogue politicians really rousing,
doing their thing, From dicey pricy dictatorships and terrorist
regimes, Democracy unknown in most of their menacing
schemes. They feel an overt obligation to be much
more involved, Push for peacekeepers over there though
things rarely get resolved, And they want everything done precisely
on New York time. Always done with great expense of course
on someone else's dime. And no phone calls back to get permission
from some UN clown, Because in different time zones the UN
may be closed down, For the weekend or holidays or for no special
reason, Could be basketball, baseball, hockey,
or the social season. While the peacekeepers slog it out in some
fierce but foreign place, Being bombed or blown apart in shitty little
cheap jeeps -- a disgrace, And no one asks a question or is permitted
to think, 'Cause the UN is said to be sacred with
a nod and a wink. Could democracy in Canada influence these
events? How much influence do we have other than
dollars and cents? Should we have referendums to maybe more
input here? Do nothing and cry for our dead without
a political tear.
By James Bredin These days they're discussing rebuilding
and paying failed nations, International socialist despite corruption allegations, They want to cure all the collective problems
around the globe, And do it without a subpoena, inquiry or
probe. And who could blame them as they complain
about us stragglers, Not following their philosophies and not
being fellow travelers, It's so obvious that they are committed
and they're so right, And we should adjust ourselves to pay attention
to their plight. They call out their statistics as though
to show us we are wrong, And we should do something soon and start
to sing their swan song These poor people are crowded in slums
so very far away, We have an obligation to pay attention with our pay. A Prime minister Committed to the United Nations By James Bredin We've a prime minister committed to the United Nations, An international socialist with great UN expectations, Completely committed to failed nations and all Third
World states, Travels the world but no referendums and serious debates. We can't vote for him because of our organization, It's party politics with no people vote or conversation, He talks to us in sound bites from very very far away, While his Supreme Court decides same-sex marriage for
the gay. Who is not into refugees and terrorist from god knows
where, It's Canada first -- a national affair with no need
to declare
United Nations Obligations and Dead Men By James Bredin If we had another little world war, who would go? Maybe join the dead men in draped coffins to go, Or be buried over there in an unmarked grave, To prove to someone somewhere, you were so brave. Would you go and die for the United Nations? 'Cause they look at us with such great expectations, And you could stop them killing in some foreign affair, In a shaky jeep or with a wing and a prayer. Your widow would weep the weary tears for your death, Sighing and crying and sobbing and getting out of breath, And a pompous politician could send a letter, Explaining how you improved the world for the better. 
Can we get Rid of the United Nations? By James Bredin Are we all just indentured slaves to the United Nations? With chains around our necks as we obey their expectations, Can we even influence their International Criminal Court? Send these do-gooders home to their own sanctimonious
sort. It's a simple demolition task -- just tear their building
down, And push it into the Hudson and flatten all around And tell them it's done -- all their strutting self-righteous
speeches, They can go back where they came from and lie on the
beaches. Should we care if one group of religious fanatics far away? Beat the crap out of another group because they want
to play? Armies have gone to Afghanistan for at least ten thousand
years, And nothing has ever changed there -- bags of bodies
and tears. And now I hear this UN group want to control the Internet, Information coming and going so they can interject, Where we will have to ask permission just to put in
a post, With their propaganda and version of events uppermost? By James Bredin If there's one thing I noticed about the communists I met, They're pushy and highly intelligent least we forget, This is the reason they took over half the globe by and large, By convincing the masses that socialists should be in charge. They like to spread their communist ideology around, They're focused on equality and find it easy to confound, And the people believe them 'cause their ideology sounds so true, Those who have difficulty voting or even bother to review. But democracy and communism just don't get along, Communists stay forever which is democratically wrong, That's the part of their ideology they always leave out, Wouldn't want the people to know what they're really about. They lurk in the web pages with their policies well
hidden, Emphasize that they are so Canadian but guilt ridden, Pushing their policies of equality for you and me. Laced with anti-Americanism to a high degree. It's too late when the secret police come knocking on your door, And haul you off to a camp which you will indeed abhor, A place far away in the woods that's quite wild and remote, All traced back to because you didn't even bother to vote. |
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