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Poverty, Plague, and a Double Tall Mocha with Skim Milk.
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So i see this girl outside starbuck's one day and this girl is complaining about how hard life is. she's wearing abercrombie and fitch and smells like calvin klein, but she cant make up her mind on whether to go to cabo or argentina for the summer. dads treat, of course.
Now, i know that argentina and cabo exist, but ive never actually seen them. the truth is, i dont really give a shit if they DO exist.
so this girls little monolugue with her yuppie lover really rankled my mood for a couple days. then i picked up a copy of LIFE magazine. now, you can all fuck off, but i am a big, big fan of LIFE magazine. i wanted to work for them when i was a wee lass. so this copy that i was holding in my hands was the LAST copy EVER of monthly LIFE. i almost cried. i handled that magazine like a holy relic. and then i leafed to a page where this guy was bathing his kids in a river. not just any river; it was a river in indonesia, full of bacteria and shit and all other kind of lovely infectious waste. and you look closer, and this guy, this father, bathing his kids in the only way he can, only has one arm, and one leg. and the guy told the reporter, "i feel blessed for every minute that i spend with my children'.
now, what kind of a fucked up world do we live in, where a great father like that, with only half a body, bathes his kids in the hope they get clean? he wades his kids through a river of shit every day and hopes they come out clean on the other side. he hobbles around his little village on one leg so he can beg from shithead tourists like starbucks girl, take a few pennies home, and feed his kids. he has five, by the way. five kids who will never taste starbucks and never bathe in clean water. at least they are lucky in the starbucks area. Then, on the other side of the globe, miss rich bitch is complaining because she cant decide whether she likes margaritas or daquiris better.
so all you little yuppie sprouts, listen up.we dont want to hear about your paid vacations and your angora sweater and your cable modems and your physics degrees. the rest of us have enough shit to deal with. some people have to bathe in it.
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