scaramouche

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

No peaceful easy feelin': The Eagles are coming to town and, well, I just couldn't resist having a go at what may well be their signature song:

In a dark, airless courtroom, no breeze anywhere,

Rank smell of the seated rising up though the air.

Up ahead in the distance, I saw three serious ‘roos.

They cleared their throats and looked straight ahead.

They had a job to do.

There they sat at a table, and I could quickly tell

The next few days here were shaping up to be a Vancouver version of hell.

Then they started the hearing, and it got underway.

There were bloggers blogging furiously.

I thought I heard them say…

Welcome to the courtroom kangaroo-an.

Such a dreadful place, such a dreadful place.

No freedom of speech at the courtroom kangaroo-an.

Any time of year, you won’t find it here.

Their minds are “human rights”-addled, they full of sanctimony.

They got a lot of petty, petty rules meant for you and for me.

How they prance in the courtroom, ‘roos on a tear.

In their republic of virtue, there’s no “hate” anywhere.

So I researched McNaughton,

Looked up her previous words:

Tranny deprived of the “right” to a job--a ruling strictly for birds.

And still her judgements are backed by BC's HRT.

Any “wisdom” is so hard to find; no kind of Solomon, she.

Welcome to the courtroom kangaroo-an.

Such a dreadful place, such a dreadful place.

No freedom of speech at the courtroom kangaroo-an.

Any time of year, you won’t find it here.

Coat of arms in the background, makes things look legit.

And she said, “You are all just prisoners here, of the ‘rights’ racket.

It’s like a Soviet chamber, where they punish the bold.

So ‘fess up now, try to look contrite,

And please do as you’re told.”

Last thing I remember, I was running for the door.

I had to find the passage back to the way things were before.

“Relax,” said the lefties, “and do as you should.

It’s best to jettison the impulse to speak, for the greater good.”

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