Please Leave America…

So, its one of one of those nights in the USA. I was all happy because I found sales on dolls and toy cars for the Third World, but my countrymen are too interested in the sick, what makes them sick, everything makes them sick, and how this can be reduced to a government handout tonight. With some nice drugs. So sick. Of course they are victims. Victimology is Big here in America.

You know, I have been all over the world for decades. Americans don’t know what Dehli smog looks like. They never saw air pollution in Xian. They don’t know what little children, can I even bear to say it, what the little children look like when they are being pimped.

How does a church in Sri Lanka look after the “peaceful” detonate blowing up more children? Do Americans know what it is like to live outside New Delhi in brick makers villages and work in dust and air pollution all day to try to eke out the smallest living.?

What about child labor in Cambodia? Do they know with their endless, absolutely endless, orthopedic problems, understand what it might mean to carry five gallons of water 30 miles on their heads, to their villages in Nepal. Have they ever cried in seeing what this means?

Do Americans know what it’s like to live in bamboo huts with pigs in Vietnam, as people like me come through and pretend we don’t know what is happening? And then your Florida friends whine about ….mold. Or a perceived paucity of public benefits.

And in America everyone is sensitive. So sensitive. Something is going to hurt their sensibility. Please, please, leave and relieve the west of your presence, and I hope you don’t go into a country of slavery, but if you do perhaps you deserve it.