Twas the Night Before Christmas: Mountie Edition
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through HQ
Nothing has changed, especially for you.
The constables still answer to those who don’t care
But hope that someday their grievances will air.
The Whiteshirts were nestled all snug in their beds
While delusions of grandeur danced in their heads.
And Harper in his office, Mackay in his lap
Create more dysfunction and add to this crap.
Back at detachment there’s now union chatter
But the Whiteshirts are listening so everyone scatter.
Away on patrol is where everyone goes,
Except for the brain-washed who love to brown nose
We don’t have back-up and the radio’s broken
But it’s better than hearing what Whiteshirts have spoken.
Home after working extra hours for free,
And more of the same from Bob on TV.
It’s the fault of all others. is all Bob can say
If you give him more power, he can wish it away.
From reporters to members Bob lays all the blame
Bob’s speaking again, to all he proclaims.
“On detachments and sections and stenos and civilians.
On constables and corporals and especially the victims!
From the lowliest rank to below the Whitewall
You’re ruining my dream! Go away with you all!”
Bob likes to bluster says,”all hands on deck!”
This from a guy who’s not stuck out his neck.
When Bob needed back-up, it was there no delay,
12 cops and a cameraman (it was Bob’s wedding day).
25 years and Bob climbed to the top,
but Bob is a Whiteshirt Bob is no cop.
He talks about change then threatens his wrath,
but what do you expect from this sad psychopath?
Again with more games, Bob continues to play
He’ll insult and attack but won’t enter the fray
Safe and protected by the powers that be
Bob’s smug and assured but we’re starting to see.
A culture that’s over and Whiteshirts afraid,
cops that won’t drink Royal Red kool-aid.
Bob calls it “crisis” but we call it due,
Payback’s a bitch Bob and it’s time to get you.
So enough is enough that’s why we’re here
tired of dysfunction and all the wrong fear.
Time to work to make the wrong things right
So to all that’s here, let’s start the good fight.