20090219
I think that Hitler just took advantage of the fact that Germany was in a desperate time and needed change. It is often much easier to blame and do nothing about the current situation. Which is what exactly Hitler did. Taking advantage of the momentuem caused by his coming his power, and the power of peer pressure. Any society would sucumb to genocide if the leader was corrupt and no one stepped up. Though it would never happen again because of the Universal Declartion of Human Rights and its enforcers, which is the whole world. When we will fall to those desperate times again, I wonder? With the global warming and inflation issues.
My Proudest Work
I rewrote the short story Gore as from another perspective, though I wrote too much. It was only worth 10 marks. It was bonus that Ryles + Mrs. Gray said it was good too!
Atop a bathroom seat
Today was a boring day. I had to scoop the crap in the backyard again. I would have asked Amy to do it with me to make it less boring, but she was mean so she never kept any promises we made. I walked over to see what she was doing, though whenever I tried to do so she would shoot me with a cold glance as if I were a monster.
“What cha readin’?” I asked earnestly.
I waited. … No reply as usual… I sighed. Why does she always hate me like this?!? I’m just her brother who wanted to have some fun… A tear marked my face as I thought of this; ever since I gained sapience Amy has been ignoring and despising me. Why? I must…use that method again, I sighed. Snatching the book out of her hands I rushed to the bathroom. Shutting the door and using the drawer as a hold was the only way for us to interact lately. If she got back the book, it would go back to ignoring me again… A something banged against the door. I cringed in fear by instinct.
“Give me my book back, you grommet-head.” She shouted angrily.
What did I do wrong? I only wanted to be better friends with her… Those words stung my heart as I forcefully held back the tears to mutter out:
“Make me”
What a mean reply! She must hate me now… I whimpered. I tried yet again to attempt a nice reply:
“Why don’t you run to Mummy?”
In despair I scratched myself on the wrists and made weak sobs. WHY?!?! WHY DOES THIS FEELING ALWAYS TAKE OVER WHEN I TRY TO BE NICE?!?!?
“…to get a new book?” I added, hoping to fix things up.
My stomach rumbled from nausea, I quickly took off my pants just in time to let the wet, sticky poop explode in the toilet. I hated myself; I could only imagine what a shocked Amy was thinking on the other side of that bathroom door. She must be at her limit now, sobbing and crying at those mean words I said. Suddenly she said:
“Rats. Lucas, there’s someone at the door. I’ll get it but I’m warning you, Lucas, if you’re not out of there by the time I get back, you’re toast.”
Mmmm, Toast. I love toast, especially with peanut butter.
“Yeah, with peanut butter.” I replied joyfully.
Then the doorbell rang, maybe Mom’s back! Yay!
“Just a minute. Coming!” Amy said sweetly.
I would die to hear such a happy voice spoken to me by Amy.
“Hey, hold it, you can’t do that. Get out of here. Help!”
Help? Why would she call for help? Maybe that’s just a trick to get me out, or just some obscure way that she interacts with people. We might be getting somewhat closer to friends now! Yay! I smiled.
“Dad!”
What?!? Dad? Where!?! Dad always beat me with a coat hanger whenever he saw me. Yelling phrases like: “Kill him” “Worthless brat!” Perhaps it was that Amy had black hair, slanted eyes and a funny accent, and I had curly, short hair, brown skin, and rapped. Amy and I never seemed to understand why though.
“Lucas,” Amy said cutely.
She is actually caring for me! Huzzah! What a great day in my life! As I climbed out the bathroom window to protect myself from Dad, I replied jokingly, hoping to assure her I was alright:
“Forget it Amy, you’re not fooling anybody.”
As I climbed up the house, I heard Amy say something, but not clearly. Oh well, maybe it was just her replying back. For now I must see what is going on, and perhaps grab my 45mm double barrel rapid fire revolvers from my bedroom, just in case. I wondered, should I go in Amy’s room? I giggled at the thought. I walked over to Amy’s room and snatched a piece of clothing; it was cotton white, very skimpy, and shaped like a T in the back. Blushing and giggling I ran away, back to the bathroom seat. When I came back, I heard Amy gasping and suffocating for air. Thinking this was a playful act, I replied:
“Very dramatic, Lady Macbeth.”
I like Shakespeare.
“Lucas, can’t you smell it?” Amy said weakly. (but cutely)
Realizing that I forgot to flush, I giggled in embarrassment and flushed the toilet.
“Now I can’t” I replied very happily.
Amy slips her fingers from the door, maybe she was bored with the book! Oh no! I need her attention quick!
“Come with us, we need you. We need your being.” A funny voice said.
Phew! Amy was just playing around. This is going to be an entertaining whatever she was going to do. The door rattled.
“Lucas!” she moaned.
I couldn’t help but laugh, Amy is such a funny girl! Waiting for the next act, I studied the white cotton, T shaped thingy. I smelted it, it smelled so nice. It smelled of Amy’s fragrance, it was so smooth too. Some loud noises were outside, but I could not stop smelling and feeling this piece of skimpy clothing. Suddenly I heard many crashes, I stopped and thought. Amy must be so sad that I’m ignoring her right now. I asked her shyly:
“Hey, fink-face! What are you doing out there? Demolition derby?”
I waited. A series of funny beeps went into place. A nice-sounding lady said:
“Do you wish police, ambulance, or fire?”
What a polite lady!
“Police, oh, police. Please, hurry.” Amy sobbed.
Why did Amy sob? Police? POLICE? Those damn police making Amy cry! The last time I saw those policemen, they were shouting at me with their guns shooting and trying to run me over with those car things.
“Lucas, break the window. Get out. For pity’s sake, don’t come out here.” Amy whispered.
I tried to hold the fury inside and said:
“Amy? You’re just kidding, aren’t you? That was pretty good. You know if you weren’t so funny-looking you could probably become an actress.”
…
“Amy? Amy, come on. Quit it.” I whimpered.
Beep, beep, beep. That was I could hear. Fury surged inside me, I feel my muscles hardening, my veins popping out, the iris on my eyes becoming diluted. I must take Amy back. I slowly opened the door and looked around, then headed out to the living room. Looking around, I couldn’t see Amy anywhere. Why? WHY? WHY HER? WHY NOT ME? Poop, female dog, gay person, black person, Chinese person, Mexican person, starts with f and ends with uck (firetruck), underworld, pussy (cat), Jewish people, and darn. With these mean words I expressed my feelings, I charged to the police station carrying my duel revolvers and shouting these words, as if it were a battle cry.
It was my last day. It was my happiest day. It was the last day I saw Amy.
Atop a bathroom seat
Today was a boring day. I had to scoop the crap in the backyard again. I would have asked Amy to do it with me to make it less boring, but she was mean so she never kept any promises we made. I walked over to see what she was doing, though whenever I tried to do so she would shoot me with a cold glance as if I were a monster.
“What cha readin’?” I asked earnestly.
I waited. … No reply as usual… I sighed. Why does she always hate me like this?!? I’m just her brother who wanted to have some fun… A tear marked my face as I thought of this; ever since I gained sapience Amy has been ignoring and despising me. Why? I must…use that method again, I sighed. Snatching the book out of her hands I rushed to the bathroom. Shutting the door and using the drawer as a hold was the only way for us to interact lately. If she got back the book, it would go back to ignoring me again… A something banged against the door. I cringed in fear by instinct.
“Give me my book back, you grommet-head.” She shouted angrily.
What did I do wrong? I only wanted to be better friends with her… Those words stung my heart as I forcefully held back the tears to mutter out:
“Make me”
What a mean reply! She must hate me now… I whimpered. I tried yet again to attempt a nice reply:
“Why don’t you run to Mummy?”
In despair I scratched myself on the wrists and made weak sobs. WHY?!?! WHY DOES THIS FEELING ALWAYS TAKE OVER WHEN I TRY TO BE NICE?!?!?
“…to get a new book?” I added, hoping to fix things up.
My stomach rumbled from nausea, I quickly took off my pants just in time to let the wet, sticky poop explode in the toilet. I hated myself; I could only imagine what a shocked Amy was thinking on the other side of that bathroom door. She must be at her limit now, sobbing and crying at those mean words I said. Suddenly she said:
“Rats. Lucas, there’s someone at the door. I’ll get it but I’m warning you, Lucas, if you’re not out of there by the time I get back, you’re toast.”
Mmmm, Toast. I love toast, especially with peanut butter.
“Yeah, with peanut butter.” I replied joyfully.
Then the doorbell rang, maybe Mom’s back! Yay!
“Just a minute. Coming!” Amy said sweetly.
I would die to hear such a happy voice spoken to me by Amy.
“Hey, hold it, you can’t do that. Get out of here. Help!”
Help? Why would she call for help? Maybe that’s just a trick to get me out, or just some obscure way that she interacts with people. We might be getting somewhat closer to friends now! Yay! I smiled.
“Dad!”
What?!? Dad? Where!?! Dad always beat me with a coat hanger whenever he saw me. Yelling phrases like: “Kill him” “Worthless brat!” Perhaps it was that Amy had black hair, slanted eyes and a funny accent, and I had curly, short hair, brown skin, and rapped. Amy and I never seemed to understand why though.
“Lucas,” Amy said cutely.
She is actually caring for me! Huzzah! What a great day in my life! As I climbed out the bathroom window to protect myself from Dad, I replied jokingly, hoping to assure her I was alright:
“Forget it Amy, you’re not fooling anybody.”
As I climbed up the house, I heard Amy say something, but not clearly. Oh well, maybe it was just her replying back. For now I must see what is going on, and perhaps grab my 45mm double barrel rapid fire revolvers from my bedroom, just in case. I wondered, should I go in Amy’s room? I giggled at the thought. I walked over to Amy’s room and snatched a piece of clothing; it was cotton white, very skimpy, and shaped like a T in the back. Blushing and giggling I ran away, back to the bathroom seat. When I came back, I heard Amy gasping and suffocating for air. Thinking this was a playful act, I replied:
“Very dramatic, Lady Macbeth.”
I like Shakespeare.
“Lucas, can’t you smell it?” Amy said weakly. (but cutely)
Realizing that I forgot to flush, I giggled in embarrassment and flushed the toilet.
“Now I can’t” I replied very happily.
Amy slips her fingers from the door, maybe she was bored with the book! Oh no! I need her attention quick!
“Come with us, we need you. We need your being.” A funny voice said.
Phew! Amy was just playing around. This is going to be an entertaining whatever she was going to do. The door rattled.
“Lucas!” she moaned.
I couldn’t help but laugh, Amy is such a funny girl! Waiting for the next act, I studied the white cotton, T shaped thingy. I smelted it, it smelled so nice. It smelled of Amy’s fragrance, it was so smooth too. Some loud noises were outside, but I could not stop smelling and feeling this piece of skimpy clothing. Suddenly I heard many crashes, I stopped and thought. Amy must be so sad that I’m ignoring her right now. I asked her shyly:
“Hey, fink-face! What are you doing out there? Demolition derby?”
I waited. A series of funny beeps went into place. A nice-sounding lady said:
“Do you wish police, ambulance, or fire?”
What a polite lady!
“Police, oh, police. Please, hurry.” Amy sobbed.
Why did Amy sob? Police? POLICE? Those damn police making Amy cry! The last time I saw those policemen, they were shouting at me with their guns shooting and trying to run me over with those car things.
“Lucas, break the window. Get out. For pity’s sake, don’t come out here.” Amy whispered.
I tried to hold the fury inside and said:
“Amy? You’re just kidding, aren’t you? That was pretty good. You know if you weren’t so funny-looking you could probably become an actress.”
…
“Amy? Amy, come on. Quit it.” I whimpered.
Beep, beep, beep. That was I could hear. Fury surged inside me, I feel my muscles hardening, my veins popping out, the iris on my eyes becoming diluted. I must take Amy back. I slowly opened the door and looked around, then headed out to the living room. Looking around, I couldn’t see Amy anywhere. Why? WHY? WHY HER? WHY NOT ME? Poop, female dog, gay person, black person, Chinese person, Mexican person, starts with f and ends with uck (firetruck), underworld, pussy (cat), Jewish people, and darn. With these mean words I expressed my feelings, I charged to the police station carrying my duel revolvers and shouting these words, as if it were a battle cry.
It was my last day. It was my happiest day. It was the last day I saw Amy.
20090212
20081113
Media Follow-up Question
Newspapers should not invade ones privacy rights. It should not focus on the personal details but the problem itself. For example if someone famous dies of aids, it is the issue of that person’s death that is discussed in the newspaper, not the issue of him dying of aids. If one’s personal details are a factor in changing or the source of the problem then it is a responsibility to share the details to solve the problem. Though only the details needed to solve the problem. Names should only be provided if one has commited a crime, as they are part of the problem.
20081029
Canadian Contributions to Human Rights
Sources I used:
http://www.law.ubc.ca/news/2005/june/06_03_2005_cardinal.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Cardinal
http://www.sicc.sk.ca/saskindian/a85jul05.htm
Dr. Harold Cardinal was a Cree writer, lawyer, and political leader. He was the leader of the Indian Association of Alberta for 9 terms and later served as the chief for his home community of Sucker Creek Indian Band.
Cardinal helped created the Prairie Treaty Nations Alliance which helped the Indians of Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta voice their opinion and stay as a distinct group. Cardinal wrote the book The Unjust Society in response when Jean Chretien introduced the “White Paper”, which would assimilate the Native peoples into the Canadian population, and neglect the Indian Act. He was also the main author of the Indian Association of Alberta’s response to the “White Paper”, the “Red Paper” Later he wrote the book The Rebirth of Canada’s Indians.
This was important because it helped Indians stay as a distinct group. His books spread much political influence through out Canada for the Indians. Had the “White Paper” been enacted, the Indian Act, which concerned the Indians and their rights and is beyond the challenge of the law by the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, would have been entirely neglected and Indians would be just another minority group.
Cardinal was born in 1945 and rose to be the president of the Indian Association of Alberta at the age of 23. At 1969 the book The Unjust Society was published and the second book, The Rebirth of Canada’s Indians at 1977.
http://www.law.ubc.ca/news/2005/june/06_03_2005_cardinal.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Cardinal
http://www.sicc.sk.ca/saskindian/a85jul05.htm
Dr. Harold Cardinal was a Cree writer, lawyer, and political leader. He was the leader of the Indian Association of Alberta for 9 terms and later served as the chief for his home community of Sucker Creek Indian Band.
Cardinal helped created the Prairie Treaty Nations Alliance which helped the Indians of Manitoba, Saskatchewan, and Alberta voice their opinion and stay as a distinct group. Cardinal wrote the book The Unjust Society in response when Jean Chretien introduced the “White Paper”, which would assimilate the Native peoples into the Canadian population, and neglect the Indian Act. He was also the main author of the Indian Association of Alberta’s response to the “White Paper”, the “Red Paper” Later he wrote the book The Rebirth of Canada’s Indians.
This was important because it helped Indians stay as a distinct group. His books spread much political influence through out Canada for the Indians. Had the “White Paper” been enacted, the Indian Act, which concerned the Indians and their rights and is beyond the challenge of the law by the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms, would have been entirely neglected and Indians would be just another minority group.
Cardinal was born in 1945 and rose to be the president of the Indian Association of Alberta at the age of 23. At 1969 the book The Unjust Society was published and the second book, The Rebirth of Canada’s Indians at 1977.
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