Hopefully All’s
Well That Ends Well
This year, 2015, Shakespeare would be celebrating his
450th birthday and Canadians will be celebrating or berating their
42nd federal election. Because Shakespeare has been a great
inspiration to the Arts world and has made a substantial contribution to our
search for a humane civilization, as a tribute to him, the gods have
resurrected his mind.
The Shakespearian mind (SM) has studied the Canadian
political scene in 2015 and agreed to write speeches for each of the candidates
of four political parties. He thought that the use of the iambic pentameter
meter would add style and class to their speeches. SM agreed to have them
published only if examples of his own speeches would be included.
As a title for the publication, SM considered several
of his own plays as possible choices: Comedy of Errors, Much Ado about Nothing,
All’s Well that Ends Well. He also considered Hamlet, Julius Caesar, Macbeth and Richard II as they all dealt
with political issues and national leadership. However those plays all had
violence and assassinations and polite Canadians would not be amused.
Fortunately our elections have been free from physical violence.
After studying the platforms of the various parties
and the leading candidates, SM decided on “Hopefully
All’s Well that Ends Well.” SM has made some brief remarks on the pairing
of the speech makers as an introduction to the speeches.
Mark
Antony and Stephen Harper
SM predicts that as Stephen Harper has been under fire
for his government's $45 million in cuts to arts and culture funding, he will
demonstrate his love of the arts by welcoming SM’s speech writing. He would be
particularly impressed with Antony’s famous speech; Antony says one thing, but
means another. He also liked the iambic pentameter meter that Shakespeare used
so effectively.
Mark Antony
Friends,
Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Stephen Harper
Friends, Rich Men, Countrymen, lend me your cash
I come to bury gov’ment not to praise it
The taxes that men pay punishes them
Gov’ment services they buy are superfluous
So has it been with Canada. I have told you
I would reform/abolish the senate
And appointed fifty-nine senators
If it was so, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
I told you I would reduce cabinet
And appointed the largest size ever
Forty Ministers, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
I appointed Chief of Staff Nigel Wright
He was my friend, faithful and just to me
His connections to F-35 Jet
Manufacturer led to its purchase
Now scandalous, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
As was Mike Duffy who forged expenses
And friend Nigel gave him ninety thousand
If it was so, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
And I fired both to save your taxes.
I sent jets to
bomb Gadhafi’s Libya
But the new gov’ment’s just as bad or worse
And now we’re bombing in the Middle East
To protect us all from the terrorists
But we are all, all honourable men
Who this election need your support
Friends, Rich Men, Countrymen, lend me your cash
You will get it back in decreased taxes
(A one thousand dollar contribution
Is a tax deduction of five hundred )
I come to bury gov’ment not to praise it
The taxes that men raise punishes them
Gov’ment services they buy are superfluous
So let this be our affluent future.
Road and bridge maintenance now paid by tolls
Health care now paid by private insurance
Environment department all finished
The CBC totally abolished.
Privatize the police, prisons, army
Privatize schools, hospitals, and all parks
Less welfare (except for corporations)
When the poor are crying, let them beg
Generous charity will care for them
Compassionate people will pray for them
Re-elect me and when I’ve served this term
I will retire with a big fat pension
And our taxes will be a pain no more.
Cassius
and Thomas Mulcair
SM knew that Thomas Mulcair would adopt a
Shakespearean style as a politician and lawyer he admires the supreme master of
rhetoric.
The tyrant Julius Caesar in Shakespeare’s play sees
Cassius as a threat to him. "Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks
too much: such men are dangerous." And as Cassius was a threat to the
status quo, so today is Thomas Mulcair. He hopes to break the hold the Liberals
and Conservatives have had on Canada’s parliament.
Cassius
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Thomas
Mulcair
Harper, doth bestride the House of Commons
Like a Colossus, deaf to all debate
His ego immune to any critique
But this election he will be toppled
The Colossus will learn humility
We are at some time masters of our fates
The fault dear friends, is not in the stars
But in ourselves, falling for false adverts.
Harper and Mulcair, what should be in that Harper?
Why should that name be sounded more than mine?
Rich Multinational Corporations
Filling Conservative coffers with cash
Paying for repetitive, mindless, ads
Upon what meat doth this our Harper feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
The meat of Self-interest is not our way
Peace and fairness, justice, co-operation
The goals of Mulcair and the NDP
Now’s the time to be masters of our fates
Canada’s fate – become informed
Vote for Tom Mulcair and the NDP
SM was perplexed to find a
woman competing against what has been predominantly a man’s world. Recalling his plays, he had difficulty
finding a comparable character. Neither Cleopatra nor Lady Macbeth were close
to the very intelligent, compassionate, and articulate woman Elizabeth May is.
When he studied the last election results
and realized that no more than 3.7 percent of the votes were for her
party, he thought of King Richard II
who was imprisoned and rejected by his people. In prison, and deposed, Richard plays
with the ideas of rejection..
I have been
studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Elizabeth
May
I have been studying how I may compare
Parliament where I live unto the world
Conservatives, Liberals, NDP
And here is not a Green but myself[i]
The odds against me; yet I’ll hammer it out.
For this planet is polluted by our
Military Industrial Complex
This vast man-made mass producing machine
Is changing the climate, our world once green
We know the science but pay little heed
To increased hurricanes, floods, storms and drought.
For centuries we knew not what we’ve done
But now we know we cannot continue
To pollute, our waters lakes, air and soil.
In times like these the people of this world
Must embrace a new way of thought
But faced with Corporate great wealth and power
And the repetitive advertising
Promoting commercial consumerism
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
We must think “re-use, re-cycle, re-duce”
We must think “solar, wind, hydro, geothermal.”
While I have championed the cause alone
With more green members we`ll be able to
Make the world clean and green again
Vote for the Greens. Save our environment.
Vote for the Greens. Save our environment.
Macbeth and ???
As the
Holistic Party is not running any candidates but urges voters to support the
candidate who would vote with his conscience, rather than voting as the party
whip dictates, SM chose Macbeth’s speech.
This bloodcurdling speech is made just
before Macbeth commits the murder of his king.
There is no connection whatsoever to the murderous character Macbeth but
SM considered the speech one of his most artistic and wanted to show off a
bit..
Macbeth
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Best Candidate in Your Riding
Is this disaster I see before me,
While others see
growth and development?
Influenced by
the word of God who said
“Be fruitful and
increase in number;
Fill the earth
and subdue it.” we obeyed.
Over seven
billion now and each day
Another one
hundred and forty thousand.
Bigger cities, more
cars, higher buildings
Bigger
strawberries, more weapons of war,
Bigger
corporations, and more landfills.
“We need growth and development” they cry
Our politicians
dutifully comply
They promise
more jobs and more cash
The vast
mass-producing machine expands
And the sea
levels rise higher and the
Climate gets
warmer; pollution increases
Art thou not, fellow human, sensible
To scientific facts? or art thou but
Mindless automatons , stupid creations,
To scientific facts? or art thou but
Mindless automatons , stupid creations,
Endlessly feeding an addiction for more.
Lip-service is paid to these dire concerns
Politicians
promise to tinker the machine
Some will cut
oil company subsidies,
Some will fund
solar panels and wind farms
The wise will
know that the machine needs more
Tinkering will
not solve this huge problem.
The machine
needs a complete overhaul.
“Let your life
be a counter friction to
Stop the
machine.” Henry David Thoreau
We can improve
the quality of life
By electing
politicians who will
Not tinker, but
overhaul the machine.
Choose the Best
Candidate in your riding
Most willing to
consider the changes
Suggested by the
Holistic Party.
A Holistic
approach must be adopted
As everything is
interconnected
The Holistic
Party platform follows:
First: Economics
A minimum and
maximum income
A basic
Guaranteed Annual Income
An Income/Salary
Cap; tax the rest.
A high Quality
of life is above
Life of
commercial Materialism
The inequality
of life is caused by greed
The rich are
richer, the poor are poorer
All consume much
more than they need
A four day
thirty-two hour work week
Will create more
jobs and free precious time
Stop welfare for
Multi-nationals
No more
government handouts or tax breaks
Second: Political Reform
Financial
restrictions and disclosure
Of party funding
and advertising
A Proportional Representation
To replace the
unfair First Past the Post
To ensure all
voters will have a voice.
Control of
elected members must stop
So they can vote
on motions as they wish
And are free to
enter debates
Without the
approval of party whips
Third: Penitentiaries
Incarceration
and Imprisonment
For violent
offences including break-ins.
All other crimes
punished by severe fines
And supervised
Community service
Fourth: The Armed Forces
To be completely
converted to the
Canadian
Emergency Forces
The CEF would
save life not kill life
Fifth: The Fourth Branch of Government
For democracy to
be successful
The people must
be well informed
Expand the CBC
and free it from
All interference
– both Political
and Corporate –
responsible for news
Accurate and
relevant information
And independent
as the Supreme Court.
The Holistic
Party presents these solutions
Check the web:
holisticparty.com/
Vote for the
candidate most likely to
Support the
Holistic Party Platform .
Shakespeare’s
Final Comments
Adieu, adieu,
adieu, I wish you well
Ask your
candidate’s views on Holistic
Proposals and I
presume to suggest
It’s better to
vote for the candidate
Based on their
honesty and character
Rather than the
political party
Hopefully All’s
Well that Ends Well. Adieu
Hopefully All’s
Well That Ends Well
This year, 2015, Shakespeare would be celebrating his
450th birthday and Canadians will be celebrating or berating their
42nd federal election. Because Shakespeare has been a great
inspiration to the Arts world and has made a substantial contribution to our
search for a humane civilization, as a tribute to him, the gods have
resurrected his mind.
The Shakespearian mind (SM) has studied the Canadian
political scene in 2015 and agreed to write speeches for each of the candidates
of four political parties. He thought that the use of the iambic pentameter
meter would add style and class to their speeches. SM agreed to have them
published only if examples of his own speeches would be included.
As a title for the publication, SM considered several
of his own plays as possible choices: Comedy of Errors, Much Ado about Nothing,
All’s Well that Ends Well. He also considered Hamlet, Julius Caesar, Macbeth and Richard II as they all dealt
with political issues and national leadership. However those plays all had
violence and assassinations and polite Canadians would not be amused.
Fortunately our elections have been free from physical violence.
After studying the platforms of the various parties
and the leading candidates, SM decided on “Hopefully
All’s Well that Ends Well.” SM has made some brief remarks on the pairing
of the speech makers as an introduction to the speeches.
Mark
Antony and Stephen Harper
SM predicts that as Stephen Harper has been under fire
for his government's $45 million in cuts to arts and culture funding, he will
demonstrate his love of the arts by welcoming SM’s speech writing. He would be
particularly impressed with Antony’s famous speech; Antony says one thing, but
means another. He also liked the iambic pentameter meter that Shakespeare used
so effectively.
Mark Antony
Friends,
Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Stephen Harper
Friends, Rich Men, Countrymen, lend me your cash
I come to bury gov’ment not to praise it
The taxes that men pay punishes them
Gov’ment services they buy are superfluous
So has it been with Canada. I have told you
I would reform/abolish the senate
And appointed fifty-nine senators
If it was so, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
I told you I would reduce cabinet
And appointed the largest size ever
Forty Ministers, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
I appointed Chief of Staff Nigel Wright
He was my friend, faithful and just to me
His connections to F-35 Jet
Manufacturer led to its purchase
Now scandalous, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
As was Mike Duffy who forged expenses
And friend Nigel gave him ninety thousand
If it was so, it was a grievous fault
And grievously your taxes paid for it.
And I fired both to save your taxes.
I sent jets to
bomb Gadhafi’s Libya
But the new gov’ment’s just as bad or worse
And now we’re bombing in the Middle East
To protect us all from the terrorists
But we are all, all honourable men
Who this election need your support
Friends, Rich Men, Countrymen, lend me your cash
You will get it back in decreased taxes
(A one thousand dollar contribution
Is a tax deduction of five hundred )
I come to bury gov’ment not to praise it
The taxes that men raise punishes them
Gov’ment services they buy are superfluous
So let this be our affluent future.
Road and bridge maintenance now paid by tolls
Health care now paid by private insurance
Environment department all finished
The CBC totally abolished.
Privatize the police, prisons, army
Privatize schools, hospitals, and all parks
Less welfare (except for corporations)
When the poor are crying, let them beg
Generous charity will care for them
Compassionate people will pray for them
Re-elect me and when I’ve served this term
I will retire with a big fat pension
And our taxes will be a pain no more.
Cassius
and Thomas Mulcair
SM knew that Thomas Mulcair would adopt a
Shakespearean style as a politician and lawyer he admires the supreme master of
rhetoric.
The tyrant Julius Caesar in Shakespeare’s play sees
Cassius as a threat to him. "Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks
too much: such men are dangerous." And as Cassius was a threat to the
status quo, so today is Thomas Mulcair. He hopes to break the hold the Liberals
and Conservatives have had on Canada’s parliament.
Cassius
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.
Thomas
Mulcair
Harper, doth bestride the House of Commons
Like a Colossus, deaf to all debate
His ego immune to any critique
But this election he will be toppled
The Colossus will learn humility
We are at some time masters of our fates
The fault dear friends, is not in the stars
But in ourselves, falling for false adverts.
Harper and Mulcair, what should be in that Harper?
Why should that name be sounded more than mine?
Rich Multinational Corporations
Filling Conservative coffers with cash
Paying for repetitive, mindless, ads
Upon what meat doth this our Harper feed
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
The meat of Self-interest is not our way
Peace and fairness, justice, co-operation
The goals of Mulcair and the NDP
Now’s the time to be masters of our fates
Canada’s fate – become informed
Vote for Tom Mulcair and the NDP
SM was perplexed to find a
woman competing against what has been predominantly a man’s world. Recalling his plays, he had difficulty
finding a comparable character. Neither Cleopatra nor Lady Macbeth were close
to the very intelligent, compassionate, and articulate woman Elizabeth May is.
When he studied the last election results
and realized that no more than 3.7 percent of the votes were for her
party, he thought of King Richard II
who was imprisoned and rejected by his people. In prison, and deposed, Richard plays
with the ideas of rejection..
I have been
studying how I may compare
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
This prison where I live unto the world:
And for because the world is populous
And here is not a creature but myself,
I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out.
My brain I'll prove the female to my soul,
My soul the father; and these two beget
A generation of still-breeding thoughts,
And these same thoughts people this little world,
In humours like the people of this world,
For no thought is contented. The better sort,
As thoughts of things divine, are intermix'd
With scruples and do set the word itself
Against the word:
As thus, 'Come, little ones,' and then again,
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
Thoughts tending to ambition, they do plot
Unlikely wonders; how these vain weak nails
May tear a passage through the flinty ribs
Of this hard world, my ragged prison walls,
And, for they cannot, die in their own pride.
Thoughts tending to content flatter themselves
That they are not the first of fortune's slaves,
Nor shall not be the last; like silly beggars
Who sitting in the stocks refuge their shame,
That many have and others must sit there;
And in this thought they find a kind of ease,
Bearing their own misfortunes on the back
Of such as have before endured the like.
Thus play I in one person many people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king;
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing. Music do I hear?
Elizabeth
May
I have been studying how I may compare
Parliament where I live unto the world
Conservatives, Liberals, NDP
And here is not a Green but myself[i]
The odds against me; yet I’ll hammer it out.
For this planet is polluted by our
Military Industrial Complex
This vast man-made mass producing machine
Is changing the climate, our world once green
We know the science but pay little heed
To increased hurricanes, floods, storms and drought.
For centuries we knew not what we’ve done
But now we know we cannot continue
To pollute, our waters lakes, air and soil.
In times like these the people of this world
Must embrace a new way of thought
But faced with Corporate great wealth and power
And the repetitive advertising
Promoting commercial consumerism
'It is as hard to come as for a camel
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
To thread the postern of a small needle's eye.'
We must think “re-use, re-cycle, re-duce”
We must think “solar, wind, hydro, geothermal.”
While I have championed the cause alone
With more green members we`ll be able to
Make the world clean and green again
Vote for the Greens. Save our environment.
Vote for the Greens. Save our environment.
Macbeth and ???
As the
Holistic Party is not running any candidates but urges voters to support the
candidate who would vote with his conscience, rather than voting as the party
whip dictates, SM chose Macbeth’s speech.
This bloodcurdling speech is made just
before Macbeth commits the murder of his king.
There is no connection whatsoever to the murderous character Macbeth but
SM considered the speech one of his most artistic and wanted to show off a
bit..
Macbeth
Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
Best Candidate in Your Riding
Is this disaster I see before me,
While others see
growth and development?
Influenced by
the word of God who said
“Be fruitful and
increase in number;
Fill the earth
and subdue it.” we obeyed.
Over seven
billion now and each day
Another one
hundred and forty thousand.
Bigger cities, more
cars, higher buildings
Bigger
strawberries, more weapons of war,
Bigger
corporations, and more landfills.
“We need growth and development” they cry
Our politicians
dutifully comply
They promise
more jobs and more cash
The vast
mass-producing machine expands
And the sea
levels rise higher and the
Climate gets
warmer; pollution increases
Art thou not, fellow human, sensible
To scientific facts? or art thou but
Mindless automatons , stupid creations,
To scientific facts? or art thou but
Mindless automatons , stupid creations,
Endlessly feeding an addiction for more.
Lip-service is paid to these dire concerns
Politicians
promise to tinker the machine
Some will cut
oil company subsidies,
Some will fund
solar panels and wind farms
The wise will
know that the machine needs more
Tinkering will
not solve this huge problem.
The machine
needs a complete overhaul.
“Let your life
be a counter friction to
Stop the
machine.” Henry David Thoreau
We can improve
the quality of life
By electing
politicians who will
Not tinker, but
overhaul the machine.
Choose the Best
Candidate in your riding
Most willing to
consider the changes
Suggested by the
Holistic Party.
A Holistic
approach must be adopted
As everything is
interconnected
The Holistic
Party platform follows:
First: Economics
A minimum and
maximum income
A basic
Guaranteed Annual Income
An Income/Salary
Cap; tax the rest.
A high Quality
of life is above
Life of
commercial Materialism
The inequality
of life is caused by greed
The rich are
richer, the poor are poorer
All consume much
more than they need
A four day
thirty-two hour work week
Will create more
jobs and free precious time
Stop welfare for
Multi-nationals
No more
government handouts or tax breaks
Second: Political Reform
Financial
restrictions and disclosure
Of party funding
and advertising
A Proportional Representation
To replace the
unfair First Past the Post
To ensure all
voters will have a voice.
Control of
elected members must stop
So they can vote
on motions as they wish
And are free to
enter debates
Without the
approval of party whips
Third: Penitentiaries
Incarceration
and Imprisonment
For violent
offences including break-ins.
All other crimes
punished by severe fines
And supervised
Community service
Fourth: The Armed Forces
To be completely
converted to the
Canadian
Emergency Forces
The CEF would
save life not kill life
Fifth: The Fourth Branch of Government
For democracy to
be successful
The people must
be well informed
Expand the CBC
and free it from
All interference
– both Political
and Corporate –
responsible for news
Accurate and
relevant information
And independent
as the Supreme Court.
The Holistic
Party presents these solutions
Check the web:
holisticparty.com/
Vote for the
candidate most likely to
Support the
Holistic Party Platform .
Shakespeare’s
Final Comments
Adieu, adieu,
adieu, I wish you well
Ask your
candidate’s views on Holistic
Proposals and I
presume to suggest
It’s better to
vote for the candidate
Based on their
honesty and character
Rather than the
political party
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