ELECT HIGH COURT JUDGES July 8th, 2011
By
jamesbredin.com

Sometimes our Supreme Court seems to have gone off the deep end,
Decisions or lack of decisions that seem to be ‘round the bend,
They turned down death with dignity in the Sue Rodriguez case,
And allowed abortion clinics here and there, right in our face.



And no one seems to know or care about these no-name appointees,
Those who make more laws than parliament by their lofty decrees,
If we had binding referendums, we could change things around,
We could elect our High Court folk in their red Santa Clause gowns.



We could have death with dignity, which these appointees oppose,
Why do they always dress up in their red Santa Clause clothes?
Canadians could finally feel that maybe they own this land,
And not being shortchanged by a politically correct band.

July 8th, 2011

WHAT INDIGNITY? July 7th, 2011
By
jamesbredin.com


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

DEATH COULD BE A DREADFUL MESS? July 6th, 2011
BY
jamesbredin.com


We need a politician to step forward and talk about change,
We should be moving forward – not backward – and this is not strange,
We need death with dignity so that we can all die in peace,
We have to recognize that one-day we will all be deceased.



This is not about god or the devil – this is about us,
Though many among us are reluctant to cause a fuss,
But the only eventual reality in life is death,
We should be able to arrange things as we take our last breath.



They can do it in Oregon and Washington but not here,
Not allowed in our suspicious Supreme Court strict atmosphere,
And their decisions are absolute law and we have to obey,
We could go to Switzerland but that’s very far away.

July 6th, 2011

JAMES BREDIN

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YOU CAN'T PLAN YOUR OWN DEATH

YOU CAN’T PLAN YOUR DEATH July 5th, 2011
By
jamesbredin.com

I’m sitting here thinking about where and when I will die,
It can’t be arranged so I may not have time to say good-bye,
Our appointed Supreme Court banned death with dignity long ago,
Your death too can’t be planned and this is not some TV game show.



Our politicians had nothing to do with this death decision,
Therefore they avoided all feedback and any supervision,
Of course they had the backing of all friendly religious nuts,
Therefore they were politically correct but they had no guts.



Who gave the Supreme Court, options on the end of my life?
And soon enough the end will come, god forbid it’s full of strife,
Because we will all die sooner or later and that can’t change.
But death with dignity is forbidden and can’t be arranged.

July 5th, 2011

OUR ELECTED POLITICIANS July 4th, 2011
By
jamesbredin.com

Our politicians seem to send their problems to the Supreme Court,
Such as abortion and death with dignity and manage to distort,
As if none of this was really their responsibility,
So better to pass it up to the appointed nobility.



As they get away with this and have for years and years,
Are Canadians getting the gears or is this just how it appears?
As babies get aborted and we have no death with dignity,
And it’s not politically correct to mention this indignity.



And no one seems to want to step forward and make a change,
What do we the people have to do, to arrange or rearrange?
We could send an e-mail, I suppose but do you think it would work?
Dream on my friend; they don’t want to change and might call you a dork.

July 4th, 2011

The Boaster Jul 3rd, 2011
By
jamesbredin.com



I met Setanta in the seventies when we worked digging graves,
At the Mount Pleasant Cemetery we used shovels and spades.
We worked day and night year in year out in cold and heat and dust,
But each time we sat to drink our tea, I listened in disgust.

As he boasted ‘bout the house he bought which I did not begrudge,
And the girl he wed and the things she said -- she even knew a judge.
I heard about her jewelry and her expensive leather coat,
With sheepskin lining down to her knees, he would gloat and gloat and gloat.

I heard about the trips they made to Mexico or somewhere else down south,
And how the weather was so hot when they tried to walk about.
I head all about the cruise ships too like some ancient Greek fables,
When they got that special invitation to eat at the captain’s tables.

I heard about his furniture, all wicker and imported,
From jungle places far away, especially picked and sorted.
I heard about the car he drove with those shiny chrome wheels,
And how they ate in restaurants and all those fancy meals.

I heard about the church he loved with all those pompous pious priests,
And at the Christmas party how his kids got very special treats,
And the school they attended which was only French immersion,
His kids he said studied day and night; no time for much diversion.

As the years went by we changed a bit and worked at other places,
But now and then we’d meet again sometimes at the races.
He boasted ‘bout the horses and the jockeys that he knew,
But I knew by his winnings that he didn’t have a clue.

Sometimes I would see him outside the grocery store,
Though I often tried to hide from him and used the other door.
But he told me ‘bout his kid’s new job, working in a grocery store,
And all that management training and the special clothes he wore.

Then I read about his other son who was somehow sent to jail,
The one Setanta never talked about; from whom they’d take no bail.
I went looking for Setanta, which I had never done before,
For once in my life I felt compelled to ask him more and more and more.

July 3rd 2011

CANADIAN COURT SYSTEM

CANADIAN COURT SYSTEM
BY
jamesbredin.com



Why does our court system have publication bans here and there?
For no apparent reason though more people should show they care,
When I hear it or see it, I wonder what they want to hide,
Or is it some polygamy guy with another child bride?



Why do we have so many secrets in our so-called open courts?
Are these secrets kept in hidden confidential reports?
Should they publish the reason why these dark secrets are kept?
Or would even that reveal too much more than they would accept?



Can we change anything in the courts or are we also locked in?
Would this break some rule or federal law or would it be a sin?
If we had binding referendums like the Swiss, could we change?
If we had proportional representation, could we rearrange?