Maria Ausiliatrice
The altar of Our Lady of Help in the church of San Gaetano in Genova, Italy.
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The real problem is that workers are not so much underpaid as they are under-skilled. And the real task is to help those people become skilled. Congress cannot do this simply by declaring that as of such-and-such a date, everybody’s productive output is not worth $7.25 per house. This makes about as much a sense, and does just as much harm, as doctors “curing” patients by simply declaring that they are cured.
Entry the 1st…
5/20/~
Prison may be the best way to explain my situation.. Yes I am in a prison. Not a literal prison but the second closes thing to it, a little God forsaken iland surronded on all sides by angry waves begging for me to dissolve into a nothingness in them. I keep going over in my head how I let this happen. I mean me a dubanair revolutionaire, who is always ten steps ahead of the world. Then again I was dooped by a brain dead blond and her toy poodle I still can’t understand how that happen. One moment we are in bed celebrating, making off with two and half banks of cash then the next moment I am left to die. One thing this iland has done for me is given me lots of time to think. I might as well right not like I can do much else. I like to think about my life mostly though..like how there arn’t many things that I can show for my life at least anything tangible. I have countless scars, death threats and stolen paraphanilia but nothing else really. I have had my fair share of lovely life pleasures peppered with some fucked up back stories, but that is the card I was dealt. only a year ago I was top gun, free and living life enjoying all of her spoils. It seems like it only took a moment for me to lose everything, left do die on a little plot of land, counting away the days while she left with everything and a little bit more. What was going to be the best hiest I ever pulled off turned into the biggest disaster that left me with hardly a life to live. I should be ready to give up just let the death eat me up but I can’t. I have a fire to keep going. I can’t die in this damn plot in the ocean. At least not before getting my revenge on that little prancing princess. Mean while I guess I can explore my little iland which in my fortune seems to be about 30 paces in diameter….
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