The Closure

I am really sorry to tell you this, but I will begin a brand new blog, to replace this one. All comments will no longer be allowed on here, and no new posts shall come, so I will edit it to the link to my new blog.

Links: http://jucheblog.blogspot.com/ (Newspage) - http://odinsdisplay.blogspot.com/ (Personal Page)

Russians really enjoyed reading this, especially my articles, as well as other Canadians and Americans. Even Lukashenko's people enjoy it, but now, I have to bring down the curtain. If you want to see these two, go ahead, because I am no longer updating this.

From you, to all, goodbye, and may you see me on other sites.
-Siad, aka Kim Jong-il, aka Odin

Well, we need a week defragmenter.

Since Mr. Johnston has not marked my entries, and I am STARVING to make an entry on this blog, here goes.

Dear Reader,


Strikes really annoy me, because in my opinion, education is way more important than a social life. In fact, you learn more than you spend having a conversation. Education is the key to our goal, and to advance forward. All strikes do is lower the average IQ level here in Saskatchewan. However, many students are really glad (sadly), for a strike, so they do not have to learn anything. Well, you are still learning from experience! Anyhow, the thing is, if the Teachers Union threaten a strike for a month, every few months, within a decades, our IQ would go down to the number where Homer Simpson hovers at (with his crayon in his brain). So, for the love of God, end those strikes! The teachers need to know that they are getting enough, and are among the highest paid in Canada, so why raise the wages any higher? As we enter a 2 day strike, it feels like Rhodesia, in the sense that education is being sanctioned against, by angry teachers. So, please, end the strikes, no matter if it is by force, by peace, or whatever, just get the teachers back to work!


Signed,
Comrade Odin Kim Jong-il Expert
Fairhaven's No. 1 Kim Jong-il Expert


And that concludes why we need a week defragmenter. ;) See you next time!

Why Custody is a Good Idea

Why Custody is a Good Idea
A Persuasive Essay by Comrade Odin Callahan Swidzinski

I believe every criminal, no matter if they committed the crime for the first time or second time should get sentenced to prison, even if it is a minor crime or a severe crime.

The reason why it is a good idea is because it costs 100,000 dollars per year for taxpayers to try to rehabilitate criminals for many different offenses using different methods. Custody, in contrast is cheaper than the rehabilitation program, and could easily solve many problems, since custody offers rehabilitation programs and anger management, compared to other solutions which can be so expensive that offenders and victims may have to pay the costs out of their own pocket. Since it is really cheaper to maintain imprisonment, per youth, it is why we should keep being the world leader in putting people in prison.

Why Custody is a good idea is because almost everyone who goes into prison gets better when they are released from prison. For example, a famous gang member, John Doe was sent into prison for 5 years for murder, and now, he is against gang members, and wishes to end gangs altogether inside Ontario. There are a lot of rehab programs in Custody, and even anger management classes, which are more effective than other programs that the Youth Justice Act of Canada plans, which not only is a waste of money, but also impossible to maintain because people may attempt to escape from those problems.

Why it is a good idea to maintain Custody is because of the fact that other programs offered by the YCJA actually can make people bad members of society. Some, like exile to an isolated island can tempt the person to escape from the punishment, and burn their bridges. Because it is a huge issue, it is easier to lock them into prison. Secondly, those programs do not even protect society from these criminals, because it is really easy to try and find a way out. For example, let's say that if someone walked out of a cab, the cab driver would have to try to get that student back to school, leading to a domino effect. Thirdly, people can easily refuse the programs and try to get bailed out of prison, to continue committing crimes. How would you feel if someone who is a robber got arrested and refused all the programs and just paid bail, just to go continue his crimes? Under custody, he will not be able to do that sort of thing, and would make him learn his lesson. That is why we support Custody.

In conclusion, I feel that custody is important to society, however, even if we support human rights, at the end of the day, criminals should be in Custody, and we will not have to worry about them again, because we know they are behind bars. And if they mess up again, they can go back to prison, because it is more humane than any punishment, but with more penalties. In the end, I am proud to know that Custody exists but if it can be used as much as we used to, we will be pleased, knowing that society will be much better than the present day. Custody is way more valuable than any other punishment because it is humane, cheap, separates offenders into categories and makes people better after they get released from prison. Thank you for listening to the essay that was written for a school assignment.

For those who want Google Docs, just click on the following link,  https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j_7byCm6d8vjgzMsYq88hECm0HJErKvnmfaFMxVnW7k/edit?hl=en&authkey=CKyYur0F

Origin on Nunavut - Now in Living Color

Origin of Nunavut

By Odin Callahan Swidzinski

What

Preamble

The third territory of Canada, Nunavut has a lot of history, from the Inuit culture to the creation of the territory that is now Nunavut out of Eastern Northwest Territories; to which it explain the Inuit, the history of the group, and how it became a territory of Canada.

Origin of the Inuit Ethnic Group

The area known today as Nunavut has been inhabited by the Inuit, for nearly 4,000 years since they first arrived to Nunavut. The Inuit were descendants of the Thule culture, which emerged from Alaska and spread through Northern North America. Eventually, the Thule culture displaced the Dorset culture, which was closely related to the Inuit. The Inuit relied on driftwood, bones and animal hides, but some tools were made out of stone, made of worked stone, especially soapstone. Ivory from walrus is used to make knifes, while ivory and bone is used to make sculptures of everyday activities.

Traditional Culture of the Inuit

   Art has played an important part of Inuit culture and continues to do so to this day, because paintings of the Inuit and print use relatively soft stones like soapstone, for example. The clothes of the Inuit were made from animal skin, sewn using needles made of bones so to make it easier to make clothes. They also used threads made of materials like sinew, with the parka is made in a similar fashion of other Arctic cultures throughout the world. Inuit’s lived in igloos during the winter while during the summer, when the temperature is above freezing, they live in tents supported by animal bones, however, some Inuit live in houses made of sod.

   Traditionally men were hunters and women took care of the children, as the norm in many cultures throughout the world, but there were girls that hunted, either by necessity or by personal choice. At the same time, men need to know how to cook and sew, because they may be away from camp for many days at a time. Polygamy, divorce, and remarriage were common in the Inuit groups though for some Inuit groups, divorce required the approval of the group, especially if they had children. It is very common for women to marry at puberty, and for men to marry once they become hunters. Every household in the Inuit family has a head, whether it is an elder or respected man in the family. Goods were shared in a household and community.

The Inuit have been referred to as a nomadic tribe, since they are hunter gatherers. Virtually all Inuit have stories about raids of other first nations and even fellow Inuit clans, and taking vengeance on them after the raids. Inuit nations existed throughout history and even confederations were formed to defend themselves against a stronger and more prosperous Inuit nation. During the 19^th century, the Inuit suffered a decline of 90% of the population, by foreign diseases including smallpox, and tuberculosis, especially in the Western Arctic.

 By c. 1911, the HBC (Hudson Bay Company) started moving north to commence fur trading in the Arctic. As it grew, Inuit moved closer to the trading posts meaning that by 1923, all Inuit in Northern Canada were within travelling distance of a trading post by the HBC. Also in 1923, the NWT (Northwest Territory) Council issued rules regarding relief, which is a medical officer, an RCMP (Royal Canadian Mounted Police) officer, or a designated officer, usually a trader, or a missionary.

Political History and Inuit Land Claims of Nunavut

   In 1976, the Inuit ethnic group demanded a separate territory, carved from the Northwest Territories, before they can sign any land claims agreement, to which it was bought up at the NWT (Northwest Territories) Legislature. In 1980, they voted in favour of splitting the Northwest Territories into two parts. In 1993, the Federal Government passed the Land Claims agreement of 1993 and the Nunavut Act and 6 years later, on April 1st, 1999, Nunavut was created.

 So What

  The reason why this topic is important to Canadian heritage is because that in an era of when we have to focus on celebrities, the internet and major obesity, it is important to know the cultural and political history of Nunavut, which is not known by a lot of Canadians except those inside the territory of Nunavut.

Now What

In the future, this article will be important, since it represents the history of Nunavut, a topic hardly discussed among the history of Canada. It is developing slowly, so that one day, Nunavut will become a Province of Canada, but until then, it has to be a territory. It is growing slowly, and that in the future, it will be prosperous. This article is to show why it is important to learn about the history of the 3rd territory of Canada, which is Nunavut, and what it means to the Aboriginals of Canada.

Conclusion

   In conclusion of this article about Nunavut, the essay has described as much as it could possibly describe, and that it showed history of Nunavut, both culturally and politically and how it became a territory in Canada. Nunavut is a land of history, which once started out as part of the Northwest Territories, after a land claims treaty that also gave a new territory, governed by the Inuit; it now has its own government, its own name and still has a language and culture around. May Nunavut last for as long as she can!

Remember to comment and discuss the essay for my heritage fair!

Sources for my display and essay

(1939&, W. W. (n.d.). Nunavut. Encyclopedia of the Nations – Information about countries of the world, United Nations, and World Leaders. Retrieved January 18, 2011, from http://www.nationsencyclopedia.com/canada/Nunavut-to-Yukon/Nunavut.html

Nunavut - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. (n.d.). Wikipedia. Retrieved January 3, 2011, from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nunavut

Purich, D. (1992). The Inuit and their land: the story of Nunavut. Toronto, Ont: Lorimer.

Swidzinski, Odin. Interview by Joelyne Swidzinski. Personal interview. 3 Jan. 2011.

Game Review - Jennifer Government: NationStates

People claim that I am a hard worker, but the truth is, if you work hard, there is more time to do fun stuff, such as playing games online. But, let me go on topic, and discuss my first ever game review.

Jennifer Government: NationStates has been online since November 2002 and once you step on it, it is very easy to get hooked onto it. Really, it is. How you create a nation, and then join a region, and the World Assembly. It is so fun and you even get to be involved in regional politics. However, there is the raiding and defending game in the regions, so if you are in the WA, and leading the region, it is hard to understand but once you do, it is fun.

What did you say, any rules? Yes, there are plenty, and even more on the forums. So, to show the basics, here we go.

 - no pornography (for those under the age of majority)
 - no swastikas
 - don't post any illegal content, spam, malicious, defamatory, and do not post any threats

However, the majority of the activity of NationStates takes place on the forum, which there are many sections, Roleplaying, Gameplay, General, and the World Assembly. As well, there is a place to report troublemakers (Moderation) and a section to report technical problems or suggest new gameplay ideas (Technical). So, if you want to be a good member, read the stickies, and follow the advice of them.

With that, I conclude this review. I suggest anyone who is curious in politics or is tired of Canadian politics to play it and maybe you can find your favorite ideology. Rating: 5 out of 5 stars (5 being the best).

Irony about this Blog.

The irony about this blog is despite my intent to keep it as a class project, there are viewers as far east as Russia, and as far south as the USA, and a few views from Spain and Germany. Over 266 viewers in total as of today have been viewing this blog. So, good job folks! What is next on this blog?

The Rant.

Sorry I have not been posting in a while, it is just that I wanted my teacher to mark my assignments. Life is doing well, and politics is coming through. But, why are students not following the rules? Why do they ignore assignments? The answer is ridiculous. It is because they do not like homework and believing that they can get away with puberty, they ignore homework. The other classmates may have parents who let them get away with anything which in my humble opinion, could lead to an increase on crime. So, if you do your schoolwork/homework, you get a better job, life and a good chance in following university. Or you can go Mr. Johnston's way, and struggle to do work in University. The choice is yours.

Describing a Character - Vladimir

Vladimir is in Grade 7. His appearance is grey hair, with some bald patches here and there. He has enough wrinkles to cover Hawaii on his face, ocean-blue eyes, a tall posture and a wide body mass. In fact, his long legs as thin as a can of soda, while in contrast, his arms are as strong as stone and really wide as a lead pipe, with him being 6 feet and 13 inches tall. His legs wobble while he moves, sometimes making him clumsy, and he likes to sport outdated Soviet Military uniforms, from the late 1980’s. His face was oval, with his lips being full. His hair color was auburn but nowadays is grey, with his clothes falling apart, with some holes in a few places in his uniforms. His beard was on his face, hanging up to his shoulders. His own hair has some highlights, to try and cover his grey hair, which, like his former hair color, is auburn, only for it to fall through every time, by the hair turning grey, and keeps trying to cover up. Vladimir’s hair is cropped, having a haircut every 6 weeks, to keep it neat and cropped. His own skin is fair, and has some brown spots on his skin due to his age.

Now, that his grotesque looks are described thoroughly with salt, now is the time to describe his own quaint, but at the same time, a very unique personality, which only members of high-intelligence clubs will understand. He will work hard on school subjects, so he will hopefully not worry about homework. If Vladimir does have homework, he promptly does the homework, with a smile on his face, with little to no help whatsoever. He is extremely quiet in social situations because he doesn’t trust anybody his age except his friends. However, he prefer communism over many other ideologies, including but not limited to Fascism and Capitalism, because communism actually works. He has the powerful ability to start debates between communism and capitalism and he enjoys young children. He gets really furious when people annoy him, and could go from being nice and generous to furious and bent on destruction in a second of anything that made him mad, even a garden.

However, Vladimir is very generous to people and that is about how it is about himself. However, he is very brainy, busy on working to achieve success for future generations to come and is very reliable in doing errands for people, no matter how they are, and wants to see order in classrooms, and prefers his brainy companions over the rest of his peers. However, he has a nickname for himself, Brainy Soviet, due to his love of communism and his very high IQ, which makes him part of a high-intelligence group in his school, called the “Geek Squad,” which helps in studying for tests, exams and even assignments. He wishes for total world peace, or at least a world without nukes. He hopes that his story is an example of how he could do and that he will never give up in his very struggle for perfection of himself and for everyone else through his own ways, no matter what happens to him in the future, even if he is a mystery.

The End!

The New Look - Cranked Up to Eleven

Despite my disclaimer that I will filter communism, it is time to crank it up to 11. From December 26th, 2010 until Jan. 1, I am changing the blog dramatically.

Changes to the Blog

New weekly posts regarding a history of communism
Removal of the Design Page, now that it is redundant
New background
New Template
Blogger Logos no more on the page (on the actual page)
New motto
Welcome mat moved and changed
Time changed
Name change to "Odin - The Blog that is Communist,"
More to come...

Until then,

Welcome to December!

The 12th gate has opened of 2010, December, yesterday at 12:00:00 am, CST. December is the month where Christmas is at, New Year's Eve is at, and many more holidays. With 2011 coming soon, putting the finishing touches, we wish you happy holidays! Assignments have been done, and as such, we are doing our best! And as such, here is a humorous tombstone I made the other day.

RIP 2010

January 1st, 2010 to December 31, 2010

We wish 2010 luck in concluding itself, yet, below this post is my descriptive writing. Comment, my friends!



The Abandoned Harbor

 

By Odin Callahan Swidzinski



Edited By: Cody Kieze, Joelyne Swidzinski, Trevor Green and Shaylon Mooswa

Many years ago, a harbor had been filled with people. Boats came to the thriving fish market. As I fished, I knew the history that were on the bottom of these rocks. As the rocks skipped through the never-ending ocean, they disappeared near the horizon.  Around the old run-down houses the only sounds were the waves and as the chirping seagulls.

I remember when my friends and I vacationed here. We could smell smoke, and taste the sea air as it turns. Once, I heard chatting, shouting, yelling and coughing.  I also heard sneezing and snoring. Now, all I hear is the pounding waves, and the gulls chirping as they dived into the sea, coming out with their prey. The harbor remains silent, no boats coming in or out. The wood of the scrawny houses were shabby and falling apart.

With the puny village barely having any lights, I could see stars, which are as motionless as the abandoned houses. The lack of traffic on the roads surprises me, making the once attractive town feel ugly and unusual. I touch the broken windows, once shiny and clean and peered into what seems to be a disaster with furniture scattered all over the place. I heard a clash of a plate falling onto the floor, looking tattered after years of abandonment. I looked down, my mouth getting as dry as a sack of sand.

I stared at the colossal cliffs, knowing this town came to be thanks to the cliffs. The huge boulders stared at me as if I was their only company. I waved to the cliffs, and then went to a canoe, now overturned and wrecked. I found a rotten fish on top, smelling like as if it had been left there for quite some time. Being hungry, hoping not to collapse into the raging waters, I finally had the fish. I tasted the fish, took it, and tossed it into the water and disposed of the remaining carcass into the sea.

Seeing foliage growing on the pavement, I knew that town was inactive for a really long time. I trudged to my house, the only remaining house that was still livable, and opened the creaky door. I sat down on the couch and smiled. I took a breath and stared outside. “I grew up there and I will die there,” I thought to myself. I knew it was over, slouched on my couch, and laid myself to rest. I closed my eyes, with the knowledge that I was the last one in a once-active harbor that has vanished from the map, but I had to stay. I had to tell that this town lives on forever.

After waking up, I went out and lay down on the broken, abandoned pavement, staring at the night sky, and seeing a lot of stars. I wandered through the village. When I peeked inside a collapsed house, and I saw a shattered TV, a couch with a piece of wood on top of it and a broken fridge, with rotten and expired food. I gagged at the sight of the fridge and dashed to the docks.

Next to the docks, there was a large public square that once a fish market. Soon I saw a box and opened it. I saw a stash of fishing rods and worms, and after releasing one I noticed it was alive. I took a fishing rod and a worm, went to the edge of the docks, and released the rod, fishing for something, any fish. My rod suddenly got heavy and bent, intent on collapse. I tried to reel in the catch, and after 25 minutes, I got it, an old rotten canoe. As I tried to weigh it, the canoe fell apart into a million pieces as if it were made of dust. I was disappointed and tossed the pieces of canoe, one by one, into the raging waters.

Then, as I touched the rocks, bumpy and rough, I decided to climb the cliffs. I began the deathly ascent to the highest point. As I climbed, I realized it was impossible and I felt like it was an hour before I could go even a metre higher. I trudged my way up. After several hours, I was about 75 metres above the harbour. Then I decided to return back, and descended, which was faster than ascending, taking me only 15 minutes, and then I chose to fish at a different spot.

As soon as I released the rod, it began to reel, and it took me an hour before I pulled in the fish. It was a dead Great White Shark, so I decided to walk on the harbor. Regardless of the risk of getting trapped by whatever lays beneath, I realized when I walked that many have dumped things there over the years.  It caused many to leave the town since they cannot sustain their industry. Many boats have sunk due to the traps and I quickly ran, but I got stuck and struggled to get out.

By the following night, I freed myself, walked slowly to shore and arrived at my house, when I smelled some smoke. “Fire,” I thought and I went out, but it was just an abandoned cooking fire. After fetching some polluted water from the sea, I poured it onto the smoke, and then tossed the pollutants into the sea. I then nibbled on the carcass of what was once a leg of a turkey, now a bone. After that, I left the bone and laid down, staring at the night sky, knowing that the sea air will live on forever in this town, but if I die, I will lay in a form of stinky carcass, waiting for anyone to bury me properly, provided my body is still there. And that is the end of this piece of the literature by Odin Swidzinski.

So, thank you peer editers, for helping me and thank you, my parents! Comment on it, and to everyone who reads it, good luck! =)

Words of Wisdom.

When did I start that blog. Ah, that's right, a month ago. Today's words of wisdom, work more to earn more, then you can spend please your parents more. Besides, it is very zen.

3 Way Conferences divided by 5 = 0.6

Ah yes, this is my 7th year in a row having to do these Three Way Conferences. They rock, so far, but is harder than it looks. Report cards, PPP's, issues, ah, those were ARE the days. Okay, none of my marks were beginning to meet or not meeting (okay, perhaps one was, but that's a different story), but only time will tell if I have the highest mark in class, but there is a 50% chance I would. Maybe 25%, but I feel if you fool around, marks drop severely. If you focus on class, marks get higher and as well, you will not have homework, so here is an equation about them.

Subject matter + fooling around = low marks.

Respectively,

Subject matter - fooling around = high marks.

When you take away the fooling around, marks get higher but if you place it, marks get lower, which BEGS the question, why would anyone risk the carbs (losing marks).

Likewise,

Subject matter x Fooling Around = low marks
Subject matter / Fooling Around = high marks

So, when you think about it, higher marks are good, since if you divide fooling around from the subject matter, it is like subtraction, higher marks but if you multiply and/or add them, low marks happen, and to conclude this message, which seems better to you, students? Low marks and fooling around, so you would work at a McJob? Or high marks and a great education for a highly structured job. Please, no offense everyone, it is just that education is so important, because without it, you would be at a McJob, or even worse, poverty. And the same question of low marks or higher marks does apply in this following form.

Oxford? Or some diploma mill.

Until then, have a nice day.

The Park that Ate Everything

Yesterday, I was on a trip to Prarieland Park, and with the class, it was good. Since not much time right now, here are the highlights.

Don't Text and Drive - It is obvious but the video scared the CENSORED out of me.
Sports - Got myself into the finals in the Mini-Golf but lost.
Drag Racing - Who needs to do so. I have no plans to do so, not even the illegal type.
Canola Car - If you buy drugs, you cannot buy a cellphone
Siezed Objects - Be careful because if there is a knife with black tape at the end and perhaps charred, you should stop hanging there.
The Police Dog - He rocks in skills.
Helmets - Really? I know how to wear a helmet.
Seat Belts - See above, but substitute helmet with seat belt.
Special Ops Ambulance - Larger than your common ambulance for those major crashes
Info part and such - You get to see info about drugs, and even have an activity of walking while impared and while not.

However, we were the last school to leave. Thank you Saskatoon Transit for making me lose my lunch (metaphorically, of course).

Otherwise, it rocks!