When I was young, I wanted to be a priest.

This was not so odd an idea that it might seem now, but to put things in perspective, I was born a mid-Twentieth Century Boston Irish Catholic in the final days of the church existing in the Middle Ages when the cardinal of the Archdiocese was like a second mayor before Pope John XXIII called the Vatican Council together to modernize things.

I attended a junior seminary, or Juniorate, for my high school years, again not as odd then as it might seem now, and although I may have eventually given up the idea of becoming a priest, the education I received was one of the best kind with a lot of the faculty being from all corners of the cornerless globe.

A lot of religious orders had these high school seminaries, and most were housed on the estates of the old aristocracy who lost their wealth when the world changed and their businesses became outmoded, or were killed by the introduction of the income tax.

Running such places would have been prohibitive if much of the work on up keep was not done by the students.

We learned many marketable skills from simple maintenance to more demanding things.

Out of necessity we learned plumbing, how to strip a hardwood floor down to the bare wood, and reapply the layers of polyurethane, and apply the right layer of floor wax to bring it back to their finest, and how to keep bees.

We did daily chores like washing pots and dishes, cleaning toilets, buffing floors, and using massive industrial laundry machines, and on Wednesdays and Saturdays we had longer more exhausting types of labor like tearing down barns, pitching hay, or moving large heavy objects from one place to another for one reason or another.

And occasionally we would go somewhere and work for someone in exchange for some cost reduction that benefited us by making some vendors’ prices go lower. We repainted the interior of a local bakery and cleaned its ovens so the school’s purchasing agent could get great bakery products at discount prices, cleaned a lawyer’s barn so legal fees and insurance would be reduced, and cleaned a local church and got a good cut of their Sunday collections on a set schedule.

Our work may not have gotten us money, but in a quid pro quo arrangement, we often bartered or traded for something that benefited us. Although we were religious people, little was done just for doing it or for someone else’s benefit. Benefits were mutual.

But mostly we worked for us.

Later, in my going to church days, if repairs needed to be done, and some paint needed to be applied, the parishoners did it because we saved money by doing for ourselves what was good for us.

In high school and after we never did such work to keep someone from having a paid job, because in one form or another payment was made. We neither were volunteered, nor did we volunteer to do anything without that quid pre quo arrangement just to keep someone from having to pay someone or somehow.

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Consider this scenario.

A county sheriff has been found to have played fast and loose with money so that he has virtually stolen money from county taxpayers to promote his personal agenda. He has made money from ICE contracts, but has not forwarded the money to the state as he is required to. He has questionable entries in his  annual budgets, and has treated his county jail inmates in such a way that more law suits are filed against him than nails in a nail salon.

So how does he distract people and redirect them from what he is doing to have them view him as a righteous individual who deserves our love?

Easy.  Find local places who need work done, and volunteer inmates to do the work for free.

Who doesn’t like getting work for free?

So, find a church, for example, that wants its walls painted, but rather than encourage them to do the work themselves, have inmates do it for free, and have the church members tell everyone that he is a loving man with Christian values.

What do the inmates get?

Nothing.

What does the sheriff get?

Good publicity and naïve people who will ask how anyone could possibly find fault with such a wonderful man.

In the meantime some local person with a painting company is denied work and whose employees lose a chance for a paid job.

While the church ladies swoon, the inmates have been used twice.  They have been used by the sheriff as unpaid labor while receiving nothing in return, slavery, and as a way for him to use others to promote himself. In the meantime he uses naïve church members who do not realize how they have taken part in supporting slave labor.

But doesn’t he look good?