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I Will Go To Court To Contest A Ticket

October 22, 2017

(Trial date is Oct 26, 2017, Municipal Court Montreal)


I will go to court to contest a ticket

For parking legal on a snowy street

Regardless of outcome, I should picket.


I suspect the issuing officer was frigid

If he wrote no tickets there would be heat

I will go to court to contest a ticket.


I filed complaint by mail not at the court wicket

My learned opponent better not cheat

Regardless of outcome, I should picket.


I shall march ‘cross a judicial thicket

If I survive t’would be a feat

I will go to court to contest a ticket.


I must brush dust from my tattered jacket

My argument I assure will be brief and neat

Regardless of outcome, I should picket.


When law is flawed the judge should strike it

dead. But sadly I know I’m against concrete

I will go to court to contest a ticket

Regardless of outcome, I should picket.



Gov Moves In Mysterious Ways

October 13, 2017

After posting yesterday’s Government of Quebec faux pas where Kathleen Weil (new Minister of Relations with English-speaking Quebeckers) had her title posted on the government’s website in French, things have moved forward at lightning speed. A change was made upgrading her title into English.

I thank Facebook and Twitter and the Gods of WordPress for moving things forward.

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Too Good to Be True

October 12, 2017

Quebec’s Premier Philippe Couillard made a great announcement yesterday, the appointment of Kathleen Weil to become Minister Responsible for Relations with English-speaking Quebecers. But alas, it was too good to be true.

The first thing the government did was post her position on the government’s website in French.

There’s much work to be done on this file, and it has started badly. Mon Dieu!

Goliath retreats, briefly

October 9, 2017

TransCanada takes one on the noggin

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Image from TransCanada website.

As environmentalists across Canada rejoice at TransCanada Corporation’s announcement to “no longer be proceeding with its proposed Energy East Pipeline and Eastern Mainline projects” the celebrations may be short-lived.

While TransCanada’s latest effort to enlarge its carrying capacity of Alberta tarsands oil has come to a halt – costing the company an estimated $1 billion – the company has hardly been impacted.

By the end of trading on Oct 5 when TransCanada’s press release was issued, their stock prices rose on both the Toronto and New York exchanges. The reversal on these pipeline projects was seen as a positive corporate decision.

“We will continue to focus on our $24 billion near-term capital program,” stated TransCanada.

A $24 billion expenditure is more than the 2017 budget for the entire province of Manitoba.

So why did Goliath halt its cross-Canada pipeline projects?

According to the pipeline giant, it was due to “changed circumstances.”

A rock to the forehead could be considered a changed circumstance.

The Boys Of Noise Like To Play With Fighter Jets

September 17, 2017

The boys of noise like to play with fighter jets

As they justify their folly in a frame

Tho’ I shall never forgive the Alouettes.


Across the sky cruising red as cigarettes

On a Sunday afternoon first limp then lame

The boys of noise like to play with fighter jets.


Meanwhile, le coach suffers, profusely sweats

When his men of tumble fumble through the game

Tho’ I shall never forgive the Alouettes.


As linemen who love to go tête-against-têtes

Colliding then deciding who to blame

The boys of noise like to play with fighter jets.


As Harjit sings Justin Trudeau forgets

To take another selfie, what a shame!

Tho’ I shall never forgive the Alouettes.


As the RCAF shakes Quebec they launch enquetes

Soon a manifesto’ll be written to proclaim

The boys of noise like to play with fighter jets

Tho’ I shall never forgive the Alouettes.


September 2, 2017

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It’s about equality. It’s about respect. It’s about the Bank of Montreal(BMO) treating English-speaking clients and customers the same as French-speaking clients and customers, and vice-versa. That’s why I’ve started the Our Money Is Equal Facebook page. I invite you to join, to share, to comment. More about why I started the page is at Quebecer Files Bank Complaint Over Language

Quebecer files bank complaint over language

August 31, 2017

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Westmount, QC. – The Bank of Montreal(BMO) has been served a complaint over its policy of discriminating against its English-language customers in Quebec.

“They shouldn’t treat customers as second-class citizens in Canada,” says Jack Locke who launched the complaint yesterday. “All clients should be treated equally, whether English in Quebec or French-speakers in other parts of the country.”

The BMO has displayed an English welcome sign in its Sherbrooke Street branch by making the English-language welcome sign half the size of the French “Bienvenue” signage.

Banks are federally-registered organizations chartered under the Government of Canada and are not subject to the Quebec provincial Charter of the French Language, says Locke.

“I was told by a customer representative that the signage was acceptable because ‘This is Quebec.’ ” And while geographically-correct, the explanation fails to acknowledge the other reality–that the bank is in Canada, an officially bilingual nation.

“It’s a sad day in Canada when my bank treats me as a second-class customer,” concludes Locke.




The Wadows On The Shall

July 23, 2017

The wadows on the sinkerly shall

Suppended lammily by a skuker

Tunstad as the takerly tall

Correctal beeglees the lying cuker.


And so I criply and so I sipper

Thermously through my tuker

How cammely doff I nipper

As my heartel bleefs like a mibbly Muker?

The Ballad of the Lac-Mégantic Disaster

April 28, 2017

By George Elliott Clarke, 7th Parliamentary Poet Laureate (2016-17)

Reproduced with permission. First reading: Lac-Mégantic: Life Loss Legacy

7 PM, Sunday April 30, 2017, Atwater Library, Westmount, QC.

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Rail Co.—Montreal, Maine, and Atlantic—

Was okay to let one guy staff

Or stall a train. Downhill, Lac-Mégantic

Slept, and the conductor booked off,

July 6, 2013, post-midnight,

While locomotives snorted, spit

Sparks and belched smoke, their black freight—a real fright—

74 cars, left to sit,

Seemingly at rest, parked until sunrise,

With steel-drum seas of black crude oil—

A feasible firestorm—left without eyes

To watch air-brakes. But catches fail….

The train was unflinching as it inched free

Of brakes that had just broken down,

After 1 a.m., and oil—a black sea—

Shuffled loose, now rolled, set to drown

A town in tides of fire—indelicate,

Unholy, obscene—to slather

Citizens and streets in a blitz of spit—

A greased spritz of flaming lather.

Wheels vacated blatantly where they’d stopped—

Those tanker cars slid now downhill—

Parallel rails let nothing interrupt

As the freight squeaked, squealed, squalled—brutal—

And began to hurtle, no more halting,

And careened—quite terrifying;

Wheels—not just turning, but somersaulting—

Brought Death—huge cannonballs, flying—

Next expropriating, devastating flames—

Equivalent to an onslaught

Of napalm bombs blamming grass-hut frames

(As in Vietnam). Now, a juggernaut,

The train disintegrated—atomic—

To desolate and immolate

That town—Lac-Mégantic. Vitriolic,

The petrol—black ejaculate—

Smothered, suffocated, who didn’t burn,

Or blaze to gore, each face charred, scorched;

Identities none could discern

Showed where scathing fuels tarred and torched.

The exploding freight dismantled the town—

Unilateral—like God’s whims;

A toxic concoction besmirched each noun.

Smoke smeared and smudged, choking off hymns.

The rollicking cholic of septic air

Had all still breathin now coughin;

The purgative Disaster that chanced here

Cankered survivors: They sob when laughin.

An inquest was held; some persons got blamed—

For the damage, the dirt, the deaths.

Some had to cringe, crouch low, as they got named,

For those coffins, those monoliths.

But the disaster that’s Lac-Mégantic

Marks no jinx? The Injustice

Was no runaway train? Greed—gone frantic—

May discount corpses countless?

The thirst for black ink can turn a blood sport

When Profit’s the trophy, and scorned

Is Safety—some businesses’ “last resort”

(Despite being sued, threatened, fined, and warned).

Too many lie dead at Lac-Mégantic;

Most due maybe to one mistake—

Failure that allegedly turned Tragic:

Expense-cutting that had no brake.

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© George Elliot Clarke 2017

The Ballad of the Lac-Mégantic Disaster

April 27, 2017

By George Elliott Clarke, 7th Parliamentary Poet Laureate (2016-17)

Reproduced with permission. First reading: Lac-Mégantic: Life Loss Legacy

7 PM, Sunday April 30, 2017, Atwater Library, Westmount, QC.

CLICK HERE to read The Ballad of the Lac-Mégantic Disaster