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Instant April summer, please stay!
‘Cause I know you can quickly fade away,
You can vanish swiftly in one snowy day,
And come back for sure maybe in May.
I know that cold winter still lurks and lingers,
Ready to return to me with frozen fingers,
And can come without a moments notice,
And freeze my impatiens and American lotus.
Mainstream media trains us to read and believe,
In strong central government and not be so naïve,
‘Cause they know what is best and they know their truth,
And they repeat it relentlessly to impact the polling booth.
We should all turn towards Ottawa and slowly bow our heads,
And thank them for being so good to us - those tax-and-spend feds,
For sending more money to Shawinigan than the entire West,
‘Cause prime minister lives there -- who could have guessed?
They’re proud to prevent poverty with plenty of their grants,
To brothers and sisters, in-laws and out-laws and aunts,
To owners of golf courses and every other little parishioner,
Okayed by the appointed ethics guy and the RCMP commissioner.
There’s no dilemma in moving money because it’s not theft,
Arranging loans is not stealing of whatever money’s left,
Absolutely no conflict of interest if nothing can be proved,
Especially when the ethics guy and the RCMP approved.
Opposition allegations, they claim, are morally and ethically wrong,
"They’re just jealous ‘cause we got the voters and we’re strong,"
Only forty percent of the sixty percent who voted that’s true,
But in first-past-the-post; that’s all we need - just a few.
They bury behind the myth of the fine federal bureaucracy,
With modest democracy and heaps of hypocrisy pushed by autocracy,
Duplicity and disloyalty, deceit, dishonor and deception,
Moving money here and there is the rule - not the exception
And their media takes their myth and repeats it and repeats it,
It has to have the ring of truth or the professionals would delete it,
You can follow the dollars but there’s nothing you can do,
With their majority in parliament they can just screw you.
There’s no need for an inquiry for dishonest politicians,
They appoint all the commissions to cover their ambitions,
‘Cause your money has already gone to every peculiar place,
For foundations through CIDA, HRDC - there is no disgrace.
Canadians have no idea 'bout the date of the next election,
But they do know something 'bout the arrogant Liberal selection,
'Cause they are fed what they should know by a complant media,
Liberals denying they are corrupt using the whole encyclopedia.
Their self-serving slease, secrecy, status quo is surely slow decay,
These pompous prates of patronage avoid change by delay delay,
As they ponder the policies and practices and their poor reputation,
But talk and tax as they tour the world and explain their situation.
In order to change their crooked image they have started a new strategy,
They'll tax and spend and ignore the trend and deny all this lathergy,
And send their bag men to collect for government contract money,
Feather their nest where fundraising is best and it's all very funny.
There's something very sinister in chicanery, cynicism and corruption,
But their majority stops inquiries, forced retirements and interuption,
Holds off representation by population with a low voter turn out,
A split opposition, no binding referendums and lots of voter burnout.
Keep the immigrants coming -- explain their Charter rights,
Have all those refugee-rights acvocates meet all the incoming flights,
They'll all be Liberal voters in only a short three years,
Made Canadian citizens by appointed judges -- no questions no fears.
These perpetual politicians stay forever with no term limit bounds,
A backbench Liberal landed little army -- exactly like it sounds,
No debt reduction -- it's multiculturalism and Francophonie all the way,
And they'll just buy another election with equalization here to stay.
Helen Harpinger was a hooker who worked on the track,
She did most of her best work on her knees or on her back.
She had been married three or four times to various guys,
But it never seemed to last when these guys became wise.
'Cause normal guys don't want a hooker to keep as a wife,
They'd prefer someone dependable for the rest of their life,
And Helen was addicted to the lies and excitment of the track,
She had done it for years with those addicted to crack,
She knew more about men than the average encyclopedia,
But this could never get published - not in the public media,
Some wanted to pimp her while others claimed she was in sin,
While her cell phone kept ringing - it was always win win.
Helen had a daughter now who in their lifestyle knew the score,
Her ambition was to grow up and like her mother be a whore,
In their welfare world this was the norm -- a way to survive,
Be an entrepeneur, sell your stuff, pay no taxes and thrive.
Helen was not for sale but she certainly was for rent,
And for a few hundred dollars it was money well spent,
Unfortunately the law did not agree with Helen’s style,
She had been charged several times and had to go to trial.
She paid her fines and did her time and even tried to change,
Found work in a factory but the pay was piss poor exchange,
She could work all day and half the night and hardly pay her rent,
And the government took half that pay -- taxed every hard earned cent.
Helen had the foolish notion that society should change,
But the preachers and the politicians all thought this was strange,
How could they change the laws of this city and this nation?
Just to allow hookers and their johns to partake in fornication?
The judges of the International Criminal Court
Are appointed by their UN friends of course
And never asked whither they love or hate
Dictatorship, democracy, or a police state
‘Bout vested interests, despotism or a jury
Or charging someone from the State of Missouri
Or their relationship with countries that didn’t sign on
Or heterosexual white guys they tend to frown upon
And terrorism is not listed as one of their crimes
But they’ll list it whenever they get around to it in time
Their jurisdiction covers everyone both far and near
They’ve taken it upon themselves to push and persevere
But they cannot push their law without the use of force
And what if they want a US serviceman in due course?
Because the Americans decided that here they don’t belong
Nor do they want a US serviceman to be taken along.
Canada was a leading advocate in the arrangement of this organization,
To push the Liberal legacy - this UN politically correct formation,
This International Criminal Court should be good for a medal or two,
Their names could go down in history as the ones who stayed true blue.
And those eighteen appointed judges like nothing more than respect,
‘Cause those who appoint them know they’re politically correct,
No need to ask them questions ‘bout their political connections,
Their lobby groups or organizations or who’s giving them directions.
‘Cause they already know the bad ones - surprise surprise!
This international inquisition will investigate those they despise,
No such thing as not guilty - their cases will be all sublime,
These judges will justify their existence dispensing lots of jail time.
And the feminists and special-interests will all celebrate,
Push their pompous propaganda with little or no debate,
And tell the Americans that they too should be involved,
‘Cause the political problems of the world are almost all solved.
But you know the Americans - they’re quite independent,
And concerned that the court might be politically-correct dependent,
‘Cause if the special-interests begin to manage and control,
They could force the Americans to bow and extol.
Eventually in time this court will fall flat on its face,
‘cause their idea does not sit with the whole human race,
This Liberal obsession is an expensive pompous parade,
To push their socialist policies in a legal masquerade.
I hate to tell those who went or ratified the Treaty of Rome,
They would have been better off if they all had stayed home,
This is a boondoggle that is eventually bound to fall,
Stay far away from it, even if you have to crawl.
May you all have healthy and happy lives,
With ladies you like to laugh with as wives,
May all your kids grow big and strong,
And may every one of them all get along.
May you always have a Labrador dog,
That can run with you if you need to jog,
May he also know how to find the way home,
And may you never ever be left alone.
May you point to plants that you have sown,
On good ground that you can call your own,
May the politicians and priests all stay away,
They’re looking for money or else they’re gay.
May you go with your kids with bikes to parks,
And watch your dog as it runs and barks,
May tragedy or truth never make you cry,
All the days of your lives ‘till you’re old and die.