Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, I cobbled up another video. This time, I'm takin' a shot at the budget cuts to the CBC. It's kinda long so I won't blather on too much about it. Here it is:
Friday, April 06, 2012
Sunday, April 01, 2012
Ol' JB Screeches Out Another Song: "On the Ropes Again"
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, the young Trudeau feller surprised me last night when he whupped the trash-talkin' senator's sorryass. I had a video sing-song all done up fer when Justin got his ass handed to him but danged if i didn't hafta toss that one in the dumper an' start over again this mornin'.
There's a couplafew high notes I couldn't reach up to on this here song so I hope you'll take 'em with a grain o' salt or maybe with a heapin' glass o' grain alcohol.
There's a couplafew high notes I couldn't reach up to on this here song so I hope you'll take 'em with a grain o' salt or maybe with a heapin' glass o' grain alcohol.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Ol' JB Sings Again: They Picked Tom Mulcair
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, I spent some time watchin' the big NDP leadership meetin' yesterday an' I got inspired to record up another catterwaulin' youtube video. I reckon some Dippers'll be kinda peeved on accounta they ain't especially known fer their sense o' humour an' I'm takin' a jab at their new boss man.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Ol' JB Screeches Out Another Tune - My Way
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, I cobbled together another song an' video an' it's all about King Steve.
Thursday, March 08, 2012
The Cremation of Canadian Democracy - With apologies to Robert Service
There are strange things done 'neath the Canadian sun
By politicians lusting for power;
The backroom boys have their techno-toys
That would make your blood go sour;
The ballot boxes have seen sly foxes,
But the slyest they ever did see
Was on election day, the second of May
When they butchered democracy.
In two thousand eleven, for the forty-first time, Canadians lined up to vote,
But some dirty tricks from some rotten pricks delivered a hell of a note,
Nefarious brains launched their robo-campaigns designed to perplex and confuse,
And keep opponents away on election day by a scurrilous, illegal ruse.
They gathered up lists of those who insisted they'd vote for the other guys,
In a robotic way on election day, they launched their attack by surprise.
They phoned up their foes and told them don't go to the poll designated before,
They used misdirection to steal the election, turning politics into a war.
The scoundrels, it seems, used Republican means of out-and-out voter suppression,
From their friends in the States, they learned how take over and rule by repression.
They studied, took notes, on how to stop votes from going to Liberals or Dips,
Without conscience or shame, ever shifting the blame, pointing fingers and flapping their lips.
Accusations were flying, democracy dying from disease more deadly than cancer,
And up in the House, a pugnacious louse refused to provide any answers.
Del Mastro the clown jumped up and sat down, sputtering words of defense,
The air he polluted with words convoluted; he just didn't make any sense.
The victims were blamed and a scapegoat was named as they tried to silence the fuss,
All by himself, a cheater in Guelph was tossed under the CPC bus.
After so many scandals, the Cons had a handle on playing blame game routine,
With great feigned conviction, they rolled out a fiction by the name of Pierre Poutine.
Poutine was the one, that son of a gun, who robocalled all on that list,
To lead them astray on election day to polls that didn't exist.
Just one guy gone bad, this fictitious lad, with opportunity, motive and means,
Though he didn't exist, he'd got voters' lists, and mounted an illegal scheme.
Though Deano kept trying, the people weren't buying his unlikely explanations,
The public's too wise for Del Mastro's lies, his deflections and obfuscation.
The truth will win out, of that we've no doubt, the guilty will not get away,
Justice won't fail, they'll be sent to jail, those villains of election day.
There are strange things done 'neath the Canadian sun
By politicians lusting for power;
The backroom boys have their techno-toys
That would make your blood go sour;
The ballot boxes have seen sly foxes,
But the slyest they ever did see
Was on election day, the second of May
When they butchered democracy.
By politicians lusting for power;
The backroom boys have their techno-toys
That would make your blood go sour;
The ballot boxes have seen sly foxes,
But the slyest they ever did see
Was on election day, the second of May
When they butchered democracy.
In two thousand eleven, for the forty-first time, Canadians lined up to vote,
But some dirty tricks from some rotten pricks delivered a hell of a note,
Nefarious brains launched their robo-campaigns designed to perplex and confuse,
And keep opponents away on election day by a scurrilous, illegal ruse.
They gathered up lists of those who insisted they'd vote for the other guys,
In a robotic way on election day, they launched their attack by surprise.
They phoned up their foes and told them don't go to the poll designated before,
They used misdirection to steal the election, turning politics into a war.
The scoundrels, it seems, used Republican means of out-and-out voter suppression,
From their friends in the States, they learned how take over and rule by repression.
They studied, took notes, on how to stop votes from going to Liberals or Dips,
Without conscience or shame, ever shifting the blame, pointing fingers and flapping their lips.
Accusations were flying, democracy dying from disease more deadly than cancer,
And up in the House, a pugnacious louse refused to provide any answers.
Del Mastro the clown jumped up and sat down, sputtering words of defense,
The air he polluted with words convoluted; he just didn't make any sense.
The victims were blamed and a scapegoat was named as they tried to silence the fuss,
All by himself, a cheater in Guelph was tossed under the CPC bus.
After so many scandals, the Cons had a handle on playing blame game routine,
With great feigned conviction, they rolled out a fiction by the name of Pierre Poutine.
Poutine was the one, that son of a gun, who robocalled all on that list,
To lead them astray on election day to polls that didn't exist.
Just one guy gone bad, this fictitious lad, with opportunity, motive and means,
Though he didn't exist, he'd got voters' lists, and mounted an illegal scheme.
Though Deano kept trying, the people weren't buying his unlikely explanations,
The public's too wise for Del Mastro's lies, his deflections and obfuscation.
The truth will win out, of that we've no doubt, the guilty will not get away,
Justice won't fail, they'll be sent to jail, those villains of election day.
There are strange things done 'neath the Canadian sun
By politicians lusting for power;
The backroom boys have their techno-toys
That would make your blood go sour;
The ballot boxes have seen sly foxes,
But the slyest they ever did see
Was on election day, the second of May
When they butchered democracy.
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Enbridge lobbied 23 MPs, 3 deputy ministers, 1 chief of staff & other public office holders
(Reprinted from Lobby Monitor Newsletter)
Enbridge did fall lobbying blitz
January 12, 2012 - 9:22am | Lobby Monitor Staff
In-house lobbyists with Enbridge, the Calgary-based energy company behind the controversial Northern Gateway Pipeline, lobbied 23 MPs, three deputy ministers, one chief of staff and other designated public office holders this fall, communication reports filed with the Office of the Commissioner of Lobbying show.
Registrations filed with the commissioner's office have Patrick Daniel, Enbridge's president and CEO, listed as the responsible officer for the firm's in-house lobbying. D'Arcy Levesque, the vice president of public and government affairs, and Sonya Savage, the senior manager of government relations, are identified as the two company officials whose lobbying activities represent 20 per cent or more of their duties.
A communication report does not specify which officials did the lobbying, or if the communication was face-to-face or by telephone.
The registration says Enbridge officials were to lobby on “bills (such as C-606 "An Act to amend the Canada Shipping Act, 2001 (Prohibition against the transportation of oil by tankers on Canada's Pacific North Coast) - measure or area of interest is the proposed ban on oil tanker traffic.”
It also noted there could be “discussions regarding the development of a national energy strategy and the approach to opening new markets for natural resources” and that the company would be “seeking improved efficiencies in the environmental assessment processes.”
One communication shows Enbridge lobbied 22 MPs, all of them Conservative, at once. Another communication shows Enbridge's in-house lobbyists lobbied Louis Levesque, deputy minister of international trade at Foreign Affairs and International Trade Canada. Michael Wernick, deputy minister at Aboriginal Affairs and Northern Development Canada and Michael Horgan, a deputy minister at the finance ministry, were also lobbied, according to two separate communications.
Enbridge is also working with outside consultants, the registry showed. Ensight Canada's Jacquie LaRoque, Gregory Kolz and Robin Sears are registered to lobby the House of Commons and the Senate on behalf of the company.
Enbridge did fall lobbying blitz
January 12, 2012 - 9:22am | Lobby Monitor Staff
In-house lobbyists with Enbridge, the Calgary-based energy company behind the controversial Northern Gateway Pipeline, lobbied 23 MPs, three deputy ministers, one chief of staff and other designated public office holders this fall, communication reports filed with the Office of the Commissioner of Lobbying show.
Registrations filed with the commissioner's office have Patrick Daniel, Enbridge's president and CEO, listed as the responsible officer for the firm's in-house lobbying. D'Arcy Levesque, the vice president of public and government affairs, and Sonya Savage, the senior manager of government relations, are identified as the two company officials whose lobbying activities represent 20 per cent or more of their duties.
A communication report does not specify which officials did the lobbying, or if the communication was face-to-face or by telephone.
The registration says Enbridge officials were to lobby on “bills (such as C-606 "An Act to amend the Canada Shipping Act, 2001 (Prohibition against the transportation of oil by tankers on Canada's Pacific North Coast) - measure or area of interest is the proposed ban on oil tanker traffic.”
It also noted there could be “discussions regarding the development of a national energy strategy and the approach to opening new markets for natural resources” and that the company would be “seeking improved efficiencies in the environmental assessment processes.”
One communication shows Enbridge lobbied 22 MPs, all of them Conservative, at once. Another communication shows Enbridge's in-house lobbyists lobbied Louis Levesque, deputy minister of international trade at Foreign Affairs and International Trade Canada. Michael Wernick, deputy minister at Aboriginal Affairs and Northern Development Canada and Michael Horgan, a deputy minister at the finance ministry, were also lobbied, according to two separate communications.
Enbridge is also working with outside consultants, the registry showed. Ensight Canada's Jacquie LaRoque, Gregory Kolz and Robin Sears are registered to lobby the House of Commons and the Senate on behalf of the company.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Mocha in Muskoka
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, ol' Dr. Dawg wrote hisself a parody version of ol' Merle Haggard's Okie from Muskokee an' it's all about how Tony Clement took $50 million earmarked for border security an' spent it on fixin' up his stompin' grounds so's he'd be sure an' get hisself re-elected. DawgFeller called his version Mocha in Muskoka. Balbulican suggested maybe I'd sing it so Balbu an' some o' his buddies got together an' recorded up a backup track (dang good pickin' an' fiddlin', sez I).
Here's the video.
Mocha in Muskoka
We don't vote for Dippers in Muskoka
We don't take our trips with LPC
We party with the party that delivers,
And our borders are secure enough for me.
I'm proud to sip my mocha in Muskoka
A place where money always grows on trees
We rock ourselves to sleep on this gazebo
'cause we like bein' rich and livin' free.
We're sparin' no expense in Tony's riding
We're fixin' up the place to make it nice
We'll lift your chandelier or we'll remove it
And the government will gladly pay the price.
I'm proud to sip my mocha in Muskoka
A place where money always grows on trees
We rock ourselves to sleep on this gazebo
'cause we like bein' rich and livin' free.
Armani's still in style for Bay Street lawyers
Arriving for their summer on the green
Croquet is still the roughest sport at Deerhurst
No "Occupy Muskoka" will be seen.
We still wave to Tony from the boathouse
In Parry Sound-Muskoka, Canada.
http://drdawgsblawg.ca/2011/12/mocha-in-muskoka.shtml
Here's the video.
Mocha in Muskoka
We don't vote for Dippers in Muskoka
We don't take our trips with LPC
We party with the party that delivers,
And our borders are secure enough for me.
I'm proud to sip my mocha in Muskoka
A place where money always grows on trees
We rock ourselves to sleep on this gazebo
'cause we like bein' rich and livin' free.
We're sparin' no expense in Tony's riding
We're fixin' up the place to make it nice
We'll lift your chandelier or we'll remove it
And the government will gladly pay the price.
I'm proud to sip my mocha in Muskoka
A place where money always grows on trees
We rock ourselves to sleep on this gazebo
'cause we like bein' rich and livin' free.
Armani's still in style for Bay Street lawyers
Arriving for their summer on the green
Croquet is still the roughest sport at Deerhurst
No "Occupy Muskoka" will be seen.
We still wave to Tony from the boathouse
In Parry Sound-Muskoka, Canada.
http://drdawgsblawg.ca/2011/12/mocha-in-muskoka.shtml
Tuesday, December 06, 2011
'Twas just weeks before Christmas in Attawapiskat
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, I got me a new video an' poem all about Attawapiskat. Here it is:
'Twas just weeks before Christmas, when all through the land,
Attention was aimed at a First Nation band;
Canadians heard as they'd oft heard before,
Of hardship and squalour so hard to ignore;
Of children shivering cold in their beds,
While visions of plumbing danced in their heads;
And Ma in her parka, and Pa in his cap,
Thought they'd had quite enough of this poverty crap,
Then down south in Ottawa there arose a big clatter,
MP's rose in the House to discuss the matter.
They pounded their desks, jumped up in a flash,
They shifted the topic from hardship to cash.
Forget about cold and new-fallen snow,
Harper is asking where'd the money all go,
Indignant but calm he rose to his feet,
Said, first do an audit and then you'll get heat,
Excuses, distractions and rhetoric quick,
And a lack of compassion to rival Old Nick.
More rapid than eagles his ministers came,
To defend their inaction and divert the blame;
"We're not responsible. Look what we've spent!
Fifty thousand per person for food, heat and rent!
Fifty thousand per person over five or six years!
That ought to be plenty, so wipe off your tears!
That ought to buy roads, clean water and schools,
You wasted it all, incompetent fools"
Defensive and red-faced, in rages they flew,
Denying the truth about what they knew.
And then, in a twinkling, Big Steve hatched a plan,
Of third-party management, a white business man.
He spent twenty minutes or so looking around,
And put a manager on a plane northern bound.
He was dressed all in wool, in a fine three-piece suit,
Armed with pencils and papers and a chequebook to boot;
A bundle of cash he had tight in his hand,
And he looked like a banker and that was the plan.
Harper's eyes -- how they twinkled! He wore a broad smile!
The audits and studies would take quite a while!
And time favoured Harper, he's sly as a rat,
The focus will shift from Attawapiskat;
He'd stall and he'd study and tell a few fibs,
And dig up some scandal 'bout dippers or libs;
With his pasty white face, he was suitably smug,
For poor, hungry children, he just gave a shrug.
They can shiver and shake in their tar paper shacks,
Cold arctic can winds blow through the cracks;
Christmas break's coming, there's no need for speed,
There's slop pails to take care of toiletting needs;
He spoke some big words, delegated his work,
To the third-party guy, a white southern jerk,
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, on vacation he goes;
He sprang for the door, to his caucus he whistled,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, now shut up and good-night."
'Twas just weeks before Christmas, when all through the land,
Attention was aimed at a First Nation band;
Canadians heard as they'd oft heard before,
Of hardship and squalour so hard to ignore;
Of children shivering cold in their beds,
While visions of plumbing danced in their heads;
And Ma in her parka, and Pa in his cap,
Thought they'd had quite enough of this poverty crap,
Then down south in Ottawa there arose a big clatter,
MP's rose in the House to discuss the matter.
They pounded their desks, jumped up in a flash,
They shifted the topic from hardship to cash.
Forget about cold and new-fallen snow,
Harper is asking where'd the money all go,
Indignant but calm he rose to his feet,
Said, first do an audit and then you'll get heat,
Excuses, distractions and rhetoric quick,
And a lack of compassion to rival Old Nick.
More rapid than eagles his ministers came,
To defend their inaction and divert the blame;
"We're not responsible. Look what we've spent!
Fifty thousand per person for food, heat and rent!
Fifty thousand per person over five or six years!
That ought to be plenty, so wipe off your tears!
That ought to buy roads, clean water and schools,
You wasted it all, incompetent fools"
Defensive and red-faced, in rages they flew,
Denying the truth about what they knew.
And then, in a twinkling, Big Steve hatched a plan,
Of third-party management, a white business man.
He spent twenty minutes or so looking around,
And put a manager on a plane northern bound.
He was dressed all in wool, in a fine three-piece suit,
Armed with pencils and papers and a chequebook to boot;
A bundle of cash he had tight in his hand,
And he looked like a banker and that was the plan.
Harper's eyes -- how they twinkled! He wore a broad smile!
The audits and studies would take quite a while!
And time favoured Harper, he's sly as a rat,
The focus will shift from Attawapiskat;
He'd stall and he'd study and tell a few fibs,
And dig up some scandal 'bout dippers or libs;
With his pasty white face, he was suitably smug,
For poor, hungry children, he just gave a shrug.
They can shiver and shake in their tar paper shacks,
Cold arctic can winds blow through the cracks;
Christmas break's coming, there's no need for speed,
There's slop pails to take care of toiletting needs;
He spoke some big words, delegated his work,
To the third-party guy, a white southern jerk,
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, on vacation he goes;
He sprang for the door, to his caucus he whistled,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, now shut up and good-night."
Thursday, June 23, 2011
MacKay - Baird Photo : Caption Contest
Whooee! Well, friends an' foes, when I seen this here pitcher of ol' Johnny Baird eyeballin' Petey MacKay, I figgered it was cryin' out fer a caption contest. It ain't much of a contest on accounta there ain't any prizes.
Here's a couple to start it off.
"Hmmmm... Why is there daylight coming through Pete's ear?"
***********
"Nice skin. I wonder what moisturizer Pete uses."
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