Only that Swiss in the heart want still a king or at least a strong Upper House of Parliament. Swiss long themselves for less democracy and more dictatorship.
quote by Peter Bichsel
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I want to be remembered for Swiss Family Robinson and Old Yeller. I think Swiss is probably my favorite film.
quote by Tommy Kirk
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I've never had a bank account in Switzerland since 1984. Why would the Swiss do this to me? Maybe the Swiss are trying to divert attention from the Holocaust gold scandal.
quote by Benazir Bhutto
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Lucky those who are Swiss-born. It is also beautiful to die as Swiss. But what are you going to do in the meantime?
quote by Alexander Roda Roda
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Are Canadians Forbidden Referendums?
The Swiss had a binding referendum to expel criminals,
Foreigners who may come to Canada with drugs and chemicals,
Because “EVERYONE” has Trudeau’s Charter Rights which was imposed,
And you were not allowed input when the Charter was composed.
But the Swiss have binding referendums which we are not allowed,
We have to be very obedient and walk with our heads bowed,
And none of this of course is mentioned in our managed media,
You wont even find it mentioned in any encyclopedia.
Why are the Swiss allowed more security but we are not?
Is this something our politically correct politicians forgot?
Are there illegal refugees enroute to our Supreme Court?
Maybe refugee ships enroute might need another escort?
Jan 2nd,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The difference between a democracy and a dictatorship is that in a democracy you vote first and take orders later; in a dictatorship you don't have to waste your time voting.
quote by Charles Bukowski
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Slice of Swiss...Glass of Amber
A goodly piece of Swiss
And a Michelob
in hand
And you’ll find smiling
in satisfaction, a happy
And contented man
I’m describing myself perhaps…
In righteous religion, taking
The Very devout and pious stand
That a goodly slice of Swiss
And a cold Michelob Amber is…
A large part of God’s grand …
and mysterious plan
poem by David Whalen
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In Democracy People Are Supreme
In democracy people are supreme
People elected their representatives
And sent to parliament to make laws
On behalf of them.
To make democracy a success
Endemic protest is necessary
To make the representatives in order
They should cautioned.
People are the soul of parliament
Parliament can change but not people
People are the root parliament is foot.
Come to the people O parliamentarian
O representatives of people
People are your master
You are there in different posts to
Serve the people and to do all welfare works.
Democratic institutions are for the people
Without people the state is a big zero
In democracy people are supreme
Do not handle the people in whim.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Trials & Tribulations
The swiss miss girl made her fortune
Doing commercials on tv
But easy come, easy go was
Her philosophy
She spent all of her money
She was searching for some cash
So she went to her friend capt n crunch
Whom shed met at a hollywood bash
The second that he saw her
He said, I bet youre in need
Of some dough
Perplexed and confused she asked him,
Oh but captain how did you know?
Laughingly he responded,
It was really just a lucky hunch
With tears in her eyes she pleaded,
Will you help me out capt n crunch?
The trials and tribulations
Of the swiss miss girl
Shes got a famous reputation
And shes known throughout the world
But lifes no bed of roses
She would change things if she could
She plans to make a brand new start
And move out of hollywood
The captain now was grinning
He felt he had her in the palm of his hand
He said, darlin youre a penniless woman
And Im a wealthy man
You know the rules of the game by now
Ill scratch your back if you scratch mine
He said, let me take you out
And well talk about this
Over a bottle of wine
The swiss miss girl was disgusted
And she smacked him right in his face
Then she took his hat
And she stamped on that
Just to put him in his place
But the old man was persistent
He would not be undaunted
The more that hed been taunted
The more she turned him on
Then the captain made a pass at the swiss miss girl
Tryin to show her his affection
She screamed for help and when she did...
Mr. clean came to her protection
The trials and tribulations
Of the swiss miss girl
Shes got a famous reputation
And shes known throughout the world
But lifes no bed of roses
She would change things if she could
She plans to make a brand new start
And move out of hollywood
song performed by by Phish
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A Swiss Constitution
We are all going to die whether we like it or not,
It will happen sooner or later even if you think you're a big shot,
It can't be organized or scheduled for this or that reason,
It's against the law and considered to be next to treason.
The Swiss and Dutch have it figured out and have death with dignity,
But it's not allowed in Canada - High Court activity.
Sue Rodriguez was refused though she had Lou Gehrig's disease,
Canadian Supreme Court dressed in red, refused her please.
So we should amend our constitution like the Swiss and the Dutch,
Because under the present system our Supreme Court has too much,
If we had binding referendums we could get back in control,
Instead, nowadays many murderers seem to get parole.
poem by James Bredin
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Choices!
Handmade Swiss watch may show the same time,
As the mass produced watches holding cheap chips,
But the former may run to last for generations,
The latter may collapse, but we will buy the next one.
Few people may have dollars to pay the Swiss artisans,
Many people have coins to support the cheap productions,
The pleasure of having something is invented and marketed,
When affordability is expanded, the satisfaction is unmatched.
When we can't afford the expensive, we can go for the cheap,
When we can't afford the original, we can go fo the generic,
When we can't afford a healthy life style, we can be sick,
When we can't afford a good leader, we can go for the tactful.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Happy New Year
Why can’t we plan when to die near the end of our lives?
We could decide for sooner or later because no one survives,
At the moment it’s against the law but maybe that could change,
But we don’t have an independent politician to arrange.
Because our politicians are tied to some party agenda,
Not allowed to mention recall or forbidden referenda,
Not even allowed to have set date elections or recall,
Democracy all right as we wait for an election call.
The establishment hates plebiscites and propositions are banned,
Participatory democracy is not allowed or planned,
The Swiss have assisted suicide and so do the Dutch,
The Americans in Oregon have and like it just as much.
Jan 1st,2011
poem by James Bredin
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How To Unite Canada
There are those who think that our Canada has everything right,
And the mention of separatism in Quebec is a fright,
But every now and then the issue becomes front and center,
And out of the woodwork comes one or two Quebecois dissenters.
We need to show the Quebecois that we mean what we say,
Democracy is important to counteract separatist play,
In order to emphasize this we have to sit down and plan change,
Unfortunately our present politicians think this is strange.
Our prime minister should be a different premier each year,
So no politician can turn the position into a career,
The Swiss with binding referendums have true democracy,
A way to counteract our present appointed aristocracy.
poem by James Bredin
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To All The Girls
Yea...
To all the brooklyn girls
To all the french girls
To all the oriental girls
Chinese...
Japanese...
To all the swiss girls
To the italian women
To the upper east side mombiles
To all the jamaican girls
And to the top-less dancers
Australian...
And brazilian
To the southern belles
To the porte rican girls
To the stewardesses flying around the world...
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Stinky, Moldy Cheese
In my house there is a slice...
Of stinky cheese
In my house there is some chedder
Though staying far from it might be better
In my house there's a piece
Of stinky, moldy mozzarela cheese
In my house there are many things
But nothing can top stinky, moldy cheese
There is a whisperer who tells me many things
'Hey miss...'
'Don't go near the swiss! '
You're so lucky this cheese...
Isn't yours
poem by Kristy Wisser
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Canadıan Bındıng Referendums
If the Swiss have binding referendums, why can’t we?
Are we so submissive that we get down on one knee?
If those in Oregon have death with dignity, why can’t we?
Is this a Supreme-Court dictatorship where we have to agree?
It might mean that us Canadians could call the place ours.
And the establishment hierarchy might loose some power.
We need a permanent constitutional committee for change,
But our appointees and politicians refuse to arrange.
Because no one has the guts to propose this type of change,
The complacent media look on these ideas as very strange,
It can’t happen, it will not happen because it’s completely banned,
Without binding referendums, Canadians just can’t demand.
poem by James Bredin
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Monstrare
This house a dictatorship
Learn to shut your mouth and follow directions
Or receive punishments
For your treason
You get under my skin
And leave your marks
Like footprints in the snow
Except your boots are laced with a virus
'Cause you're making me sick
This house is a dictatorship
Follow the rules and shut your mouth
Or hear the mouth of the one
That controls you with force
Stand before the almighty and choke on your words
And tremble in fear as she screams, shouts
Yells and roars
Out of frustration
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause my voice is silenced,
My actions are limited,
My thoughts are undermined
Listen to yourself and
Listen to no one else
Because you're the 'boss'
Of this world
Or just the boss of this house
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause I'm chained to the fence
Like some wild animal
That can't be trusted
I wonder if you really trust me
Let alone understand me
'Cause if you don't,
What's the point of being a good child?
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause your word is always right
And mine is always wrong
Even though you're never right about everything
Nearing eighteen with the mind of an adult
Just like you, I'm smart too
But in your eyes, I'm still five
And I can't possibly know anything
This house a dictatorship
'Cause you don't bother to comfort me
When I need it most
In the darkest of times
You refuse to talk to me
About anything
So how am I supposed to
Know what you're feeling and thinking?
This house is a dictatorship
'Cause you always yell and scream
Until your throat goes hoarse
And you do it with no remorse
You see things from your own perspective
And you dread compromise
'Cause it's either your way
Or no way at all
But things have changed
Now I speak my mind
Because I'm no longer a shy ten year old child.
Now I tune out your yelling and screaming
Because I'm no longer a scared ten year old child.
Now I don't speak a word at home
Because there's no point.
Now I lose myself in Xbox and the computer
Because I can't talk to you.
It's not even about being disobedient
Or disrespectful.
It's about not being a kid anymore
And not being treated like the young adult I am.
And I know for certain
That this house is a dictatorship
'Cause you'll be mad if you read this,
Even though there isn't another way;
Even though you made it this way.
poem by Ronnell Evans
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Where it is customary the cow is brought to bed.