...born with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad

A Titanic joke/tragedy: Summer camp is on the horizon, a fact that has inspired me to refloat a song I used to sing back when I was but a mere slip of a scaramouche. Here are the original lyrics I used to sing around the campfire. And here's my updated version

Oh they built the HRCs to try to make things fair

Like if you wanted to live some place and they said you couldn’t live there.

But we gave them too much weight

When we let them rule on “hate”.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Oh, It was sad.

It was sad.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

And it’s high time we said no, nein, non and nyet

To the “court” that’s Soviet.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Oh, Canadians were asleep and they didn’t say a peep

When the target was a Nazi White Power creep.

But when the ‘slamists used the law

It exposed the gaping flaw.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Oh, it was sad.

It was sad.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

And it foundered on the shoals of “human rights”

And inspired lots of fights.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Oh, the moral of the story as you can plainly see

Is to never take for granted that your land will stay free.

‘Cause we didn’t stand on guard

And we’ve fallen very hard.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Oh, it was sad.

It was sad.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground

And the sound of those who want ‘em off their ass

Is reaching critical mass.

It was sad when our freedom ran aground.

Since I couldn't find the camp song on YouTube, here's the next best thing--a song about how we're sailing on "A Ship of Fools"

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