I have begun to believe my mind is full of tiny little topics that act like pimples.

No one can predict the order they start to fester in, or when they’ll get ripe and burst.

Monday, 9 March 2015

My Ode to Harper the Hun

My Ode to Harper the Hun

Why is it, why is it our nation don’t rate?
It’s Steevil the Weevil our leader of late.
He’s morally bankrupt, a fountain of lies
And lately the leader of all of the spies;
And if you should bug him he’ll throw him a fit
And have you charged with some terrorist shit
A neat Neo-Naz, a Zionist too
He gets on his pulpit with shit on his shoe
If he feels like fucking he’ll do it to you
Yes we have a problem or two!

Canada once was a leader and trusted by all
But then we elected this asshole one fall
Our Peacekeeping changed into Spoiling for War
Our image as “Saint” was turned into a “Whore”!
And the United Nations just showed us the door!
Yes we have a problem or two

He thinks he’s a Messiah: a spokesman for God
But he’s turned out to be a despicable sod,
He denies all reality, reason and truth,
Science, Statistics and all other proof,
He farts out a vision of how we should think
That right in our face makes a horrible stink
Yes we have a problem or two.

His racism’s rampant, his ego’s obscene,
He’s pure living proof of a defective gene,
A nose that’s too long but fits well on a liar,
He’s immune to the pain when his pants go on fire,
He just can’t stop lying, he doesn’t know shame
For all of his flaws we’ve got parents to blame
For raising a bastard who loves doing evil
And I can’t stop calling Steevil the Weevil
Yes, we have a problem or two

But on the horizon there’s going to be fun
Justin the White Knight versus Harpo the Hun
When Justin defeats him with knife at his throat
He calls to the crowd for their final vote
Now we who have watched this all with frown
Can leap up and scream and give our thumbs down
And save us a problem or two or three
And save us a problem or two!

Written by me Blaine Barrett
With pride and contempt
Monday, March 9, 2015

I wonder if this will be called Domestic Terrorism. If it is:
for the record I am always unarmed and I never resist arrest.