Tonight (Friday, Jan. 14th, 2010) I wanted to blow a smoke and since it was so windy and rainy on the front porch I relocated to my nice, dry Shed/Bar® in the back yard. I had the laptop out there watching vidcasts and listening to a couple of podcasts... anywho... as I was standing there smoking and drinking I was looking around in the dim light and noticed our 8 person tent hanging on a nail. This fucking thing is the size of a duffle bag... but once you throw it up it can literally sleep 8 people. It has three rooms. We haven't used it in a couple of years or more. Anyway it dawned on me that I own a Russian Nesting doll collection of shelter... the house... the shed... the American size tent. Now the house would be considered a mansion in any third world country... the shed would be prized in Mexico City as a middle class home... and the tent would come off as opulent in a place like Haiti right about now. I hate to beat a fucking dead horse... but ummmmm... man we ain't hurting stateside. You got your health and live a comfortable middle class life... you really gots it made people. Really.
2 comments:
word. truer words were never spoken. we need to quit bitching about bullshit and thank our lucky stars we weren't born in Cambodia or Burma. I highly recommend traveling or volunteering in the Third World to appreciate how good we have it here.
A totally agree. Good point.
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