Another Mike Harris
Tim Hudak: I don’t know you even though you’re a politician,
You should grab some Ontario headlines in your condition,
As premier of Ontario, you could and should change a lot,
Come out from behind the snowbound trees and show us what you got.
Offer us binding referendums and compulsory voting,
Much better than nothing that McGinty is offering and promoting,
Because if you do nothing and stay in the shadows, nothing will change,
I hope someone sends you this poem though it is a little strange.
Our radical ideas will get the establishment upset,
But as Ontario premier, you will have nothing to regret,
It is your best bet if you want to come out from the dark,
Give Ontario and Canada its first real bench mark.
Jan 25th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Sue Rodriguez A Great Lady Feb 20th,2011
They say that no one wants to die but apparently some do,
Sue Rodriguez did but our appointed Supreme Court refused,
“Whose life is it anyway? ” she asked and she wasn’t amused,
Media moguls, priests and bishops were not in the least bit confused.
Hope you never end up in a bad situation like that,
And expect our Supreme Court or politicians to go to bat,
Death with dignity should be discussed on every veranda,
Assisted suicide should should be on every political agenda.
Because there is no way out of it; we are all approaching death,
A subject most of us would like to avoid; you can bet,
And politicians seem to think that they will live forever,
Canadians can’t interfere with their lifestyle whatsoever.
Feb 20th,2011
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Out Of Afghanistan And The Un
After we’ve pulled out of Afghanistan and the UN,
Declare a national holiday to celebrate what we just done,
On the second Monday of October every year from then on,
Dream on because there’s nothing our politicians agreed upon.
The world would immediately pay attention to us,
Pompous UN persons with delusions of grandeur would cause a big fuss,
Dream on because we don’t have an independent politician,
They’re all locked into party agenda and their position.
We count our dead UN soldiers on the Highway of Heroes now,
No one explains if or when Afghanistan will change or has somehow,
And still we can’t seem to see the solution to our distress,
The British, Russians and Alexander the Great were in this mess.
poem by James Bredin (27 August 2010)
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Afghanistan Canadian War
Is Afghanistan good for a referendum and why not?
Dead soldiers on the Highway of Heroes in case you forgot,
Does this send a message of why we should stay over there?
As we stand in a trance and watch, counting hearses and stare.
And there are still many more coffins en route and on the way,
And even many more American returning over there they say,
Could we have an Afghanistan referendum for “IN” or “OUT”?
Should we bow our heads in submission and pretend we’re devout?
Politicians in Kandahar for photo ops over there,
Making a grand officious announcement that they really do care,
Can’t have propositions, referendums or judicial reviews,
No plebiscites, proportional representation or strange views.
Nov 27th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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The Date Of Your Death Not Oct 19th,2012
There is a date somewhere in our future when you and I will die,
There's nothing we can do about this and I don't know why,
Because death with dignity is forbidden in this great land,
And nothing will change, and this the appointees still understand.
Dying with dignity is about living life on your own terms,
When and if you get your euthanasia this can be confirmed,
We should not need to go to court to get permission to die,
To have some high court judge refuse while looking you in the eye.
Persons with painful or cancerous diseases should have permission,
For euthanasia after consultation with their physician,
This should be a constitutional right and no need to implore,
And told by another judge to get out the courtroom door.
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The Day You Die
The most important day in your life is the day you die,
And your time of death could be scheduled but can’t and you don’t know why,
Somehow or other they can’t get around to changing the death rules,
About assisted suicide and euthanasia for us fools.
European countries and Oregon can do it but not us,
Our politicians have the attitude that it was ever thus,
Our politicians go to Ottawa and there they hide out,
But then they do nothing and act as if they know what it’s about.
Maybe our politicians believe that they will never die,
We will never know because they will never tell us why,
No binding referendums like the Swiss constitutional tools,
No death with dignity because it’s against religious rules.
Jan 18th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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We Will Eventually Die
Isolated independent Ottawa aristocrats up there,
Don't know or care about death with dignity anywhere,
It's not on their agenda, so please, you can't interfere,
Their bought media moguls will tell you that there's nothing to fear.
And if you are sick and going to die, they couldn't care less,
They really don't want to know because it might depress,
Your provincial health care system should look after you,
And if you are lucky enough, you just might even pull through.
But death with dignity should be an up-front national cause,
While those organized and opposed are waiting for their applause,
Are these the same folk who love abortion death clinics here and there?
And those of us who want death with dignity, don't have a prayer.
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NO CHANGES ALLOWED June 9th,2011
We have this unfortunate premise that we got everything right,
With our appointed judges and senators given the green light,
With a constitution that’s too difficult to alter or change,
And then it gets worse because we don’t think of this as strange.
No proportional representation or binding referendums,
Therefore we can’t give our pompous politicians ultimatums,
And we can’t have death with dignity because that’s a sin,
In our system only selected appointees always win.
We can’t have propositions because no one knows what they are,
Can’t have set-date elections because that might be bazaar,
A plebiscites could be important but what are they about?
Can’t have one because the people are not allowed to have clout.
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THE RIOTS OVER THERE Apr 1st 2011
I’m not sure what to think about those many riots over there,
Are they good; are they bad; and what’s the end result in these affairs?
There’s usually at least a dozen riots going on all at once,
And that many despot dictators showing off their arrogance.
And the UN has shown that they are absolutely confused,
As we wonder whose side are they on and we’re not amused,
Wouldn’t dare tell despot dictators that maybe they should quit,
Or tell the rioters that a constitution could benefit.
These despot dictator guys are usually replaced by others,
Could be some sort of relative or even a brother,
Constitutional writers are not well known over there,
In fact no one has ever heard of one in these despot affairs.
Apr 1st,2011
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What Indignity?
We need politicians, who are willing to vote for change,
We may already have them if we can convince them to rearrange,
Death with dignity so that we can all die on time and in peace,
And not some frightful terrible painful horrible disease.
Sorry to wake you up with a slight touch of reality and fear,
But they have it in Oregon and Washington but not here,
If we could get our politicians to wake up and pay attention,
Instead of party bound to their own agenda and extension.
Media moguls and High Court judges seem to be holding hands,
About certain subjects not tolerated and completely banned,
That’s binding referendums and peaceful death with dignity,
You don’t know and are never told about this indignity.
(July 7th,2011)
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