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"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 By 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? The Smoke from the Nuclear Power Station By James
Bredin The
Nothing
left but the sarcophagus -- a huge big pile of bricks, Since
the 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
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 Or
should those who are watching the smoke say the occasional prayer? Journalist and Fellow Travelers By 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
Taxing
and spending as though they're divine.   Campaign Lies By 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? By 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 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
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