Landon Wigley
732 Maple St,
Okanagan Falls, BC
V0H 1R0
February 19th, 2012
John Smith
Mayor
City Hall 586 Main Street
Small Village, BC
Dear Mr. Smith:
I would like to thank you for taking the time to address me in this moral issue you seem to be having in your village, and would be happy to help you out of this predicament. First off I would like to note that although Mr. Grass has tried to cover up these acts of injustice to the human race with acts of kindness and selflessness, these horrible deeds can not be erased. Mr. Grass should indeed be exposed and forced to the face the full wrath of the justice system for these horrible crimes. He should be exposed because what he did was criminally illegal and downright wrong. If he is not put to trial for this it is not enforcing the law, and sets an example of appeasement to crimes.
Another reason that Mr. Grass should be exposed and imprisoned is that although he does help impoverished families pay their bills, is the amount these families will lose equal to the amount of families ruined by the deaths of family members that this man caused? Mr. Grass has surely torn apart more families and caused more mental suffering to those than could be bestowed upon these families he supports.
An argument that could me made is that there is no reason to imprison this man seeing as he is 96 year old and is close to his passing. This is exactly why he needs to be exposed, and needs to be exposed now. If you do this now he can be tried and imprisoned as earlier as the end of the year and can serve a small amount of the time that he should be forced to serve. This will show him the way the prisoners of the camp felt: isolated, scared, imprisoned, and forced to live under a set of rules. The only part of the human race that should be forced to live like this is people like Gunter Grass, criminals, not innocent Germans.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
In The Heat Of The Battle
Slim and George sat down at the bar. Slim put a hand on George's shoulder and stated, "Like I said, George, sometimes a guy's gotta."
"Yeah, it was time for me to wake up and smell the coffee" George responded meagerly. In the back of his mind he had hoped he had missed, he's been known to have a horrid shot.
His father had jokingly told him "he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn." As the night progressed George had started drinking Slim under the table. Slim was starting to get more, and more concerned for George's well being. George's words had transformed from a slight slurr to complete jibberish in need of subtitles. He was as drunk as a sailor. Slim was now eagerly trying to get George out of his seat to bring him back to the ranch but everytime he tried to stand him up George shrugged him off with more power than a locomotive.
Slim struggled for about 10 minutes to lodge this rock from its place, when George turned around and screamed, "wha' the hell you want from me?!"
"You're as drunk as a skunk George, you needa go home"
" You don't know me, arghhhhhhhh" George replied with a struggle to make the words match what he was thinking in his head. His thoughts had started to shift and George was more confused than a wood pecker in a concrete forrest. This was the last straw for Slim, he grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the pub they had been sitting in. Slim started yelling at him, but it was going in one ear and out the other, this angered slim even more. He reached back to clock George, and George countered slim as fast as a cheetah, and knocked his lights out. Slim was just trying to help George but ended up getting the short end of the stick.
"Yeah, it was time for me to wake up and smell the coffee" George responded meagerly. In the back of his mind he had hoped he had missed, he's been known to have a horrid shot.
His father had jokingly told him "he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn." As the night progressed George had started drinking Slim under the table. Slim was starting to get more, and more concerned for George's well being. George's words had transformed from a slight slurr to complete jibberish in need of subtitles. He was as drunk as a sailor. Slim was now eagerly trying to get George out of his seat to bring him back to the ranch but everytime he tried to stand him up George shrugged him off with more power than a locomotive.
Slim struggled for about 10 minutes to lodge this rock from its place, when George turned around and screamed, "wha' the hell you want from me?!"
"You're as drunk as a skunk George, you needa go home"
" You don't know me, arghhhhhhhh" George replied with a struggle to make the words match what he was thinking in his head. His thoughts had started to shift and George was more confused than a wood pecker in a concrete forrest. This was the last straw for Slim, he grabbed George by the collar of his shirt and dragged him out of the pub they had been sitting in. Slim started yelling at him, but it was going in one ear and out the other, this angered slim even more. He reached back to clock George, and George countered slim as fast as a cheetah, and knocked his lights out. Slim was just trying to help George but ended up getting the short end of the stick.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sorry Please Play Again
The greatest fulfillment of grade 12 is without a doubt English 12. I enjoyed this class so much I've decided to indulge myself in it for a second time. My excitement for repeating this course unfortunately is not mirrored by Mr. Van Camp. A reason for his lack of excitement MAY be the fact that I am perhaps better looking than him. It could also be the fact that I have a plethora of hair underneath my hat, whereas he has less hair then he has excitement to see me again. The everyday routine of classes are put to rest in this class of exciting, and entertaining hour and twenty minute long gong show. Between Mr. Van Camp's absurd voice overs of novels, and his infamous "satellite debris" we have the joy of writing extensively long essays attempting to persuade the reader, entertain the reader, and synthesize literature for the reader. Although writing these works of art is in fact entertaining, reading the self proclaimed beautiful poetry is almost as repetitive as a Beatles album. As the majority of the class groans and complains in agony at the thought of reading any more poetry, there is always one brave soul in the class who has a guilty pleasure for the art of poetry. Fortunately I am not that soul. Debatebly the most intense aspect of this class is the mind-to-mind combat by way of debating. Many students refer to this as "Master-debating", the ultimate form of intellectual combat. English 12 is outrageous, it is exciting, and it is definitely the best part of grade 12.
Landon "The Almighty One" Wigley
You're asking about Landon Wigley? You're asking who he is? He's only the most impressive specimen in this school. Landon Wigley is as white as the snow, and quite frankly that's okay with him. He enjoys nice long walks on the beach, and wrestling sweaty men while clothed in a spandex singlet. Another activity he enjoys is playing guitar, and other musical instruments such as, drums, harmonicas, kazoos, and the infamous triangle. He is Ludwig Van Beethoven on the mic. Late at night He's known to be seen in a spider man outfit attempting to swing from one building top to another using a variety of sizable extension cords. Landon often indulges himself in the musical genius of classical rock bands such as Rush, and the colourful Pink Floyd. Apart from classic rock he is also a firm believer in the generation of heavy metal. In his spare time Landon "the almighty one" as he's been called by his peers and fellow scholars, has been observed petting his best chap Liam Neary's lucious facial hair.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Santa letter
Chris Pond
2394726498274 Lax Bro Ave.
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 5W1
December 15, 2011
Mr. Santy Claus
The North Pole...Ave?
Dear Santy:
I've been a really good boy this year, apart from dusting some kids on the ice. But let's get real they asked for it. If we're basing the good list upon looks...have you seen this flow? I've done some many generous things this year such as being the designated driver EVERY night. I have no speeding tickets, nor have i gotten in any sort of trouble with the ladies.
Now, what do I want for christmas? I was thinking about maybe some jeans, I seem to have misplaced ALL of mine. Or maybe a real moustache instead of having to use the one on my lacrosse stick to impress the ladies. I feel like these two things would greatly add to my rapidly growing success of being awesome.
2394726498274 Lax Bro Ave.
Penticton, B.C.
V2A 5W1
December 15, 2011
Mr. Santy Claus
The North Pole...Ave?
Dear Santy:
I've been a really good boy this year, apart from dusting some kids on the ice. But let's get real they asked for it. If we're basing the good list upon looks...have you seen this flow? I've done some many generous things this year such as being the designated driver EVERY night. I have no speeding tickets, nor have i gotten in any sort of trouble with the ladies.
Now, what do I want for christmas? I was thinking about maybe some jeans, I seem to have misplaced ALL of mine. Or maybe a real moustache instead of having to use the one on my lacrosse stick to impress the ladies. I feel like these two things would greatly add to my rapidly growing success of being awesome.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Imagery
The man entered the room, and stared blankly into the mirror. The picture being portrayed back to him showed a man who's seen many things, done many things. His eyes scarred with the things he's seen. His face covered in wrinkles that mimmicked those of the crumpled cigarette hanging in the middle of his loosely gripping fingers.
Info text
The article “Public display of disaffection,” in the Maclean’s magazine explores the idea of technology taking over civilization, resulting in the population to commit acts of “cell-fishness.” The writer expresses that “social media is increasing their role in shaping global events,” as clearly showed in the part of the article where it discuss’ a man receiving an honorary doctorate at a ceremony “took his seat,” and than “began typing into his iPhone.” The article also states that this technology is becoming an addiction to our society, conducting surveys where over 25% of people thought it wasn’t disrespectful to “conduct a real-time conversation while texting someone else.”
I agree with the writer, to a certain degree, today’s society is becoming overly-addicted to technological devices which we know nothing about. Although most of the points are valid there are certain times were cell-phones are needed. It helps parents make sure that their children are safe, and likewise for siblings.
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