Friday, May 20, 2011
Homemade Hair Straightening
And now I cry. Because of the other
not many years ago, I was convinced that morals, ethics and hard work were a thing of the past. I believed.
not many years ago, I said that administrative and political decentralization closer to the city bureaucracy and would facilitate the negotiations. I believed.
not many years ago, convinced me I had to study to become something in life, which if not obtained a degree, would be a social outcast, a second-class citizen. I believed.
not many years ago, convinced me that children were a burden, a nuisance, not cause more than expenses. And I believed him.
not many years ago, I was convinced that immigrants are paid pensions, to accept jobs that the English "no longer wanted." I began to suspect something, but I believe it.
not many years ago, convinced me that it was much more profitable to live on unemployment looking for a job, even chipping. My suspicions grew, but I believe I saw him.
not many years ago, convinced me I had to take early retirement as soon as possible, but nothing happened, because pensions were going to pay me the immigrants. I already had the fly behind the ear, but I continued creyéndomelo.
Now there are 5 million unemployed, no children are born, except among immigrants, parasitize the few remaining aid-seventeen arramplar taifas are skinned by the neighbor's pasta in a tangle of overlapping laws, overlapping and that outrage the law; and I have no employment subsidy.
I accepted the euro as a sheep, I accepted a convergence with Europe that destroyed the overnight economic structure of my country, I agreed that Spain should be devoted to the monoculture of tourism, I voted yes without reading it, the European Constitution. I dedicated myself as a good English, to see them coming.
And they came and how. And now I cry.
And as good English, I have no doubt: THE FAULT IS OF OTHERS: bank where I put my money voluntarily, the politicians have voted freely, the Army, to defend my national integrity , the Church, defending values \u200b\u200bwithout placing a single bomb.
And so I cry, because of others. ZZ
not many years ago, I said that administrative and political decentralization closer to the city bureaucracy and would facilitate the negotiations. I believed.
not many years ago, convinced me I had to study to become something in life, which if not obtained a degree, would be a social outcast, a second-class citizen. I believed.
not many years ago, convinced me that children were a burden, a nuisance, not cause more than expenses. And I believed him.
not many years ago, I was convinced that immigrants are paid pensions, to accept jobs that the English "no longer wanted." I began to suspect something, but I believe it.
not many years ago, convinced me that it was much more profitable to live on unemployment looking for a job, even chipping. My suspicions grew, but I believe I saw him.
not many years ago, convinced me I had to take early retirement as soon as possible, but nothing happened, because pensions were going to pay me the immigrants. I already had the fly behind the ear, but I continued creyéndomelo.
Now there are 5 million unemployed, no children are born, except among immigrants, parasitize the few remaining aid-seventeen arramplar taifas are skinned by the neighbor's pasta in a tangle of overlapping laws, overlapping and that outrage the law; and I have no employment subsidy.
I accepted the euro as a sheep, I accepted a convergence with Europe that destroyed the overnight economic structure of my country, I agreed that Spain should be devoted to the monoculture of tourism, I voted yes without reading it, the European Constitution. I dedicated myself as a good English, to see them coming.
And they came and how. And now I cry.
And as good English, I have no doubt: THE FAULT IS OF OTHERS: bank where I put my money voluntarily, the politicians have voted freely, the Army, to defend my national integrity , the Church, defending values \u200b\u200bwithout placing a single bomb.
And so I cry, because of others. ZZ
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