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

Big Brother and the Witholding Company: This one goes out with jeers and raspberries to our HRCs and Ts, as sung by the late, great Janis Joplin:

Busted flat in Vancouver,

Headin’ fer a fall.

Feelin' like the country’s gone insane.

Elmo threw the gauntlet down:

End the “blasphemy”.

His philosophy’s “no pain, no gain.”

I read that Harpoon in a Toronto daily paper.

He’s goin’ on about the CJC.

Now the blogosphere's a-buzzin’ ‘bout how Canada ain’t free;

Canada’s just like a tyranny.

Freedom’s ‘bout the only word for what he have to lose.

Life ain’t worth a dime if it ain’t free.

Speakin’ out was easy, Lord, before we got p.c.

But speakin’ out’s not possible, amis,

As long as we ain’t free of our HRCs.

From the rocky coast of Newfoundland clear ‘cross to B.C. shores

In ev’ry province, territory, too,

The thought police dictate what’s “fair”

And push us all around.

There’s not a lot that we can say or do.

They want us all to be “polite”

And never criticize,

Sit still as that old Iron Veil descends.

We’ve traded all our liberty for bogus promises.

And now we're stuck here listenin' to lies.

Freedom’s ‘bout the only word for what he have to lose.

Life’s not worth a dime if it ain’t free.

Speakin’ out was easy, Lord, before we got p.c.

But speakin’ out’s not possible, amis,

As long as we ain’t free of our HRCs…

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