Idle Chatter July 25th,2012
Why can't we have the death penalty or execution reinstalled?
Though the activists who oppose it would be extremely appalled,
Several US states and European countries have it now,
How many can the hoods shoot dead with their guns, before we're allowed?
Our problem of guns and gangs is an extremely sorry tale,
We don't have capital punishment and we can't keep them in jail,
These mostly fatherless gang guys from the projects know the score,
Been In that environment all their lives so they've been there before.
They know the Parole Boards and the soft system and how to get out,
They know the legal-aid lawyers lined up and they don't have a doubt,
The politically correct have questions but want to do good,
And the people they want to help, have guns and mostly wear hoods.
poem by James Bredin
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Recent Parole Board Decisions
We have to keep them in jail though the Parole Board lets them out,
Ghetto housing fatherless guys with guns who know what it's all about,
Canadians have become impressed by gang-gun events,
Because the Parole Board lets them out without arguments.
No death penalty imposed on anyone in that ghetto crowd,
No death with dignity or binding referendums for us, allowed,
Canadians are stuck in square one trying to figure this out,
Have we lost control and would like to turn around and come about?
Has anyone figured why the Parole Board lets these people out?
As though they had changed their ways and had turned into boy scouts,
Is there something we don't know going on behind out backs?
Criminals back on the streets and able to commit illegal acts.
poem by James Bredin
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Youth Criminal Injustice Act Aug 6th,2012
Youth Criminal Injustice Act Aug 6th,2012
By
James Bredin
The Youth Criminal Justice Act is just one of the reasons why,
The gang-bang guys can shoot their many guns and let people die,
Because their names can't be published and we don't know who they are,
But we know they live in the projects; don't work and act bizarre.
We can't have a public enquiry just because of the gangs
It might be prejudiced they say, in a land where no one hangs,
No social changes allowed despite the public concern,
So, have we already reached the point of no return?
Pompous politically correct activist politicians,
Are very silent, as we have to tolerate these conditions,
While the Parole Board allows more murderers to walk free,
Without binding referendums and no feedback, we're just trainees.
Aug 6th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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GET RID OF PAROLE BOARDS Apr 14th,2011
What can we do about soft Parole Boards, please tell me now,
How do we shut them all down; please tell me or write me how,
Who are these political appointees with no known names?
Who said we needed them or are they all playing some games?
No capital punishment ‘cause it’s not politically correct,
And these soft Parole Boards have an even worse effect,
And convicts can get free by appealing to these Parole Boards,
As if they had done something good and needed an award.
Do we have to obey these appointed aristocrats?
Could our system of government be called democrat?
Has anyone ever complained about killers being set free?
Are our politicians and trustees forever absentees?
Apr 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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Can We Fix The System?
Our court system has gone mushy and politically correct,
Where those on bail or parole or house arrest; can walk and select,
Their victims they might shoot or kill or rob and then leave them dead,
Some say; if we could keep them in jail, we would be further ahead?
The lenient justice system seems to allow this impunity,
Fatherless gang guys hidden inside the welfare community,
But this is a social secret that can never be discussed,
Call you racist or bigoted and look at you with disgust.
The baby mothers and absentee fathers of the welfare culture,
Where those who don't approve are considered right-wing vultures,
Where no one goes to work and this is not considered strange,
Where if something is difficult, the social workers will arrange.
poem by James Bredin
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Close Down Parole Boards
We have a great political problem, into which we should delve,
How to shut down all our soft parole boards by twenty twelve,
The justice system has been bent by them to help criminal crooks,
Freed and paroled prisoners cause problems and this is much worse than it looks.
Every left-wing political lobbyist will jump up and down,
Screaming that this or that is not right and wearing a frown,
And many legal-aid lawyers will likely throw a fit,
Claiming that this proposal is outrageous and wont help a bit.
So we have to find a politician who will lead the way,
Someone not afraid to keep the left-wing criminals at bay,
We need someone to put us back where we were, on the right track,
Away from the politically correct so-call do-good pack.
poem by James Bredin
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Guns are near!
Guns are here, guns are there
Guns are the future
The one, which is near
Firearms
People killed
Hero’s shot
Hero’s healed
Honours given to those who died
Those who saved
Who sacrificed
Loading guns
Aiming fire
Preparing to shoot
The vital other
Never knowing the enemy
Never getting attached
To a single human
In several countries
Or Iraq
Knowing that life
Is a gift to them
Knowing that life is short
I’m sure many a people would say
Go on
What harm can it do?
Give life a shot! ! !
poem by Ruth Rayment
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Soft Canadian Justice System
Eligible for parole in three weeks though he got twenty years,
Pre sentence time and enough paper work to bring you to tears,
Between soft appointed judges and the Parole Board; it’s a laugh,
Then add Trudeau’s Charter of Rights and it’s all on his behalf.
Decisions made by the Parole Board and what do you expect?
And the media says very little because it was politically correct,
But there’s something far wrong with this justice system left-wing fling,
And politicians are reluctant to touch it or change a thing.
And most of this goes on, hidden behind locked-tight closed doors,
Only sanctimonious left wing parole boards might know the scores,
No one ever questions or asks, why do we need parole boards?
Is their stuff published or kept secret or do they keep records?
Jan 16th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Cushy Canadian Criminal Care
In Canada, we’re not allowed to have prisoners on death row,
Though its a place where legal-aid lawyers could make a lot of dough,
Because executions are not politically correct.
And bail is easy to get regardless of whose life was wrecked.
Double credit for time in jail as they await being sentenced,
Can take years off their time in jail so no need for much repentance,
Just one more shameful Canadian reluctance to enforce,
And no changes because politicians are all out on the golf course.
And Canadians convicts around the world want to come home,
To our soft system that is as comfortable and soft as foam,
And then onto the Supreme Court for bail and even more Charter rights,
Could be free on vacation in no time taking in the tourist sights.
Nov 29th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Mandatory long sentences July 29th,2012
MANDATORY LONG SENTENCES July 29th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
We should have a mandatory sentence for every conviction,
Because some of the sentences are so soft they seem like fiction,
As though the judge was a social worker trying to do good,
Instead of jail the convicted can stay home even though he's a hood.
It's like a get-out-of-jail card in order to commit more crime,
And the politically correct understand this all the time,
Our soft courts bending over backwards to give criminals a break,
But criminals and legal-aid lawyers now expect this angel cake.
And nowadays we have the gangs killing folk here and there,
But they too are aware of the soft system so why should they care?
They know that even if and when they are eventually caught,
The soft do-good judge is likely to be kind and let them walk.
July 29th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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Britain's Feral Children
In savage packs they roam and terrify
Lording over housing estates and city centres
Gangs with knives and guns.
Hunting from the shadows with hoods up
They prey upon the weak and elderly
Taunting and abusing, daring to stab and shoot.
What happened to discipline in the home
Are the parents feral like the sons?
Where is the punishment to tame the beasts.
Who passed laws and let the hunting packs loose
And took away a parent’s right to punish
Stopped teachers from taming the feral child.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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Bang Gang
We dont care,
Cause were in a gang
Parties that we go end up in a bang
Look at us funny and well shoot you dead
While were there well fill em with lead
We follow the gangs, we are the worst
Well be the last one,
But we werent the first
Weve been in a gang for a year and a half
There goes our future,
But we live in the past
Lets go out, shoot some people tonight
We use guns, cause we dont wanna lose the fight
When we fight, its 20 on 1 its funny that way,
Its much more fun everyone knows that were so bad
Our knives are long and our day is short
Our nights our long, and our days are sad
But we dont care cause were in a gang
song performed by by NOFX
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Melt The Guns
(andy partridge)
Programmes of violence,
As entertainment,
Brings the disease into your room.
We know the germ,
Which is man-made in metal,
Is really a key to your own tomb.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
Youll gather your senses Im sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
Children will want them,
Mothers supply them,
As long as your killers are heroes.
And all the media
Will fiddle while rome burns,
Acting like modern-time neros.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
Youll gather your senses Im sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
Im speaking to the justice league of america.
The u s of a,
Hey you,
Yes you in particular!
When it comes to the judgement day and youre standing at the gates with your weaponry,
You dead go down on one knee,
Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me,
cos we say...
Our father weve managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now,
Lets hope they shoot themselves instead of others,
Help to civilize the race now.
Weve trapped the cause of the plague,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave.
You ought to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
song performed by by Xtc
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Melt The Guns
(andy partridge)
Programmes of violence,
As entertainment,
Brings the disease into your room.
We know the germ,
Which is man-made in metal,
Is really a key to your own tomb.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
Youll gather your senses Im sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
Children will want them,
Mothers supply them,
As long as your killers are heroes.
And all the media
Will fiddle while rome burns,
Acting like modern-time neros.
Prevention is better than cure,
Bad apples affecting the pure,
Youll gather your senses Im sure
Then agree to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
Im speaking to the justice league of america.
The u s of a,
Hey you,
Yes you in particular!
When it comes to the judgement day and youre standing at the gates with your weaponry,
You dead go down on one knee,
Clasp your hands in prayer and start quoting me,
cos we say...
Our father weve managed to contain the epidemic in one place, now,
Lets hope they shoot themselves instead of others,
Help to civilize the race now.
Weve trapped the cause of the plague,
In the land of the free and the home of the brave.
If we listen quietly we can hear them shooting from grave to grave.
You ought to,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more to fire them.
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
Melt the guns,
And never more desire them.
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Parole Boards Please July 18th,2012
NO PAROLE BOARDS PLEASE July 18th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
The Parole Boards claim that our prisons are overcrowded,
They use this in their release decisions that are shrouded,
So vicious murderers and rapists can walk the streets once more,
And strut their stuff and show off to their victims how they have scored.
And the politically correct Parole Board folk think that this is great,
Though not very democratic and never up for debate,
And our isolated party politicians stay far away,
Doing absolutely nothing for us except maybe, betray.
We have to be mentally ill to let this system go on and on,
As they're allowed to do more crimes, conclusion foregone,
The list of subsequent crimes goes on and on and on,
Read them on the Internet if you are healthy and feel strong.
Could we build much bigger prisons to keep these criminals in?
Of course this might be considered a politically correct sin,
Then overcrowding could not be used as a parole-board excuse,
And much less released-prisoner crimes nightly in the news
Wednesday, July 18th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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No One Can be Blamed Aug 1st,2012
A reduced sentence because of time served gives the soft judge an out,
Politically-correct-religion types never have a doubt,
Less than half the Canadians vote so we don't even count,
Then add the Parole Board and sentence reduced by a larger amount.
And without referendums or input, we seem to run on remote,
Like a country caught in soft left wing socialist ideas they promote,
Because set-date elections or mandatory votes are not mentioned,
Can't rock the judicial boat and judges can't be questioned.
And many criminals carry illegal guns because they know,
Soft courts, easy time and it's all just a judicial floor show,
And if they are the right age, they cannot even be named,
A fairy tale in the papers where no one can be blamed.
poem by James Bredin
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Take Your Guns To Town
On the eastern highway we ride
Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky
Whats left is ivy and vine
All the letters Id sent back home
Never express the idea of how a young man
Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone
Just gotten home with my hand on the phone
I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
Take your guns to town
Dont take your guns to town
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Little Guns
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny soldiers, with little guns
Little tanks, no bigger than your thumb
They want you
Little people, with tiny brains
Little bullets flowing, in their veins
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
They want you, you
You, you, you, you
Little airplanes, with tiny bombs
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, to little drums
You, you
You, you, you, you
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
Tiny people, little guns
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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It defies common sense that stores are fined for selling toy guns to children, but someone who isn't even allowed to board an airplane in this country can purchase as many real guns he wants with no questions asked.
quote by Carolyn McCarthy
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Billy Get Your Guns
I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns
You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns
There's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing
About some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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