The Canadian Landowner Alliance advocates for provincial legislation that recognizes property rights, and, that the Federal Government of Canada enshrines property rights in the Charter of Rights and freedoms.
Perhaps there are those that would like to join along with the Green Party in writing an epic poem. No need to keep the verse clean...sorry.... I gotta go and burn some backhoe tires in celebration.
There was a time, or so I thought That saner minds would fight the rot Infected by IPCC Suzuki, Gore and rising sea But years go by and still today No one's strung up Lizzie May The green goes on The green, it spreads The science falters Torn to shreds Earth hour's here and it's my time To have my say, commit my crime To turn on every switch I've got My answer for this spreading rot.
Morons to right of me, Morons to left of me, Morons in front of me Voted and blundered; Tortured with hydro costs, Their childrens' future lost Into the polling booths, Buggered and double-crossed Ontario's Plundered
What is that on yonder bluff I see?
ReplyDeleteOh, tis a windmill turning endlessly.
Reminds me as my hydro bills sore,
Of an auger up my arse full bore.
There was a time, or so I thought
ReplyDeleteThat saner minds would fight the rot
Infected by IPCC
Suzuki, Gore and rising sea
But years go by
and still today
No one's strung up
Lizzie May
The green goes on
The green, it spreads
The science falters
Torn to shreds
Earth hour's here and it's my time
To have my say, commit my crime
To turn on every switch I've got
My answer for this spreading rot.
Well, PeterJ is a poet and no one knew it.
DeleteHoly Mackerel! I guess so!
DeleteMorons to right of me,
ReplyDeleteMorons to left of me,
Morons in front of me
Voted and blundered;
Tortured with hydro costs,
Their childrens' future lost
Into the polling booths,
Buggered and double-crossed
Ontario's Plundered
The moon came up
ReplyDeleteThe sun went down
And on my quiet street
At eight o`clock the lights go out
It`s beddy-bye for sheep
Roses are red
ReplyDeleteViolets are blue
Lizzie May can eat corn through a fence
But that is no trick compared to the hair of Turdo-la-do
Kind of a good morning for poetry here in the foothills.
ReplyDeleteI had a little puppy-dog
I called him Lizzie May
He scratched my doors
Pissed on my floors
And chased my friends away
He whined about the sunshine
He barked about the fog
I shot the little *****r
And threw him in the bog
Love it :-)
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