I wonder how'll I harp on this point:
Stephen Harper, I hate you.
And don't worry,
I'm not alone.
Braced for your arrogance,
you'll mistake a majority for permission
to dismantle my country.
To that I say, Fuck off,
you fear mongering fat head:
you'll soon forget, but we won't.
Sixty percent of the country said "NO" to you.
"NO" to the politics of fear,
"NO" to contempt; to callous combinations
of caustic calculations to dismantle
the country's character.
I hear it now: "Sour grapes."
I do not disagree:
Sour, bitter, biting grapes.
Grapes to choke on; grapes to spit
in your face.
To the sixty percent of the rest of us:
We waited for an opposition with spine,
like a population of Pozzo's,
It did not come.
You are the opposition now.
When the contempt continues;
when more lies and cover ups continue,
Please, fuck the facebook group.
Seriously, just stay home and knit.
Better, get out in the street and howl. Howl.
But only if you love this country.