I felt it would be an appropriate time to post this poem which I previously posted here in October, 2007...

'The New Law of the Yukon'

This is the New Law of the Yukon
And Cheechako’s have made it plain
Send me your foolish and feeble
Send me your weak and insane

Weak are the pampered and serviced
Insane for the need to reform
The pioneer people who built me
Force them to comply with the norm

Swift as a panther in triumph
The newcomers pounce on their prey!
Helpless the pioneers cower
To their misguided and bullying way

No smoking, no mushing, no fishing!
No driving, no fun and no say
About what is acceptable action
Or lifestyle or freedom today

No respect for those who have suffered
To build them this home in the North
My doors have been opened to people
Proclaiming my laws have no worth!

These newcomers claim we are evil
Mindless and cruel and mean
For protecting our claim as a people
Not ruled by the Southern regime

No eating of meat, no forestry
No seeking of Klondike Gold,
The thought police are coming
For us to force us to do as we’re told!

My heart is broken to pieces
As the newcomers squabble and fight
They pave over my golden hist’ry
With social correctness and spite

My Sourdoughs' struggles have ended
As they are now harried and gray
Too tired to battle these morons
Who feel that they know the right way

It is said that we won’t go to meetings
But we are busy attending our works
‘Cause what is the point of opinion
when your home is invaded by jerks?

'Hugh Conner' (with apologies to Robert Service)