Haitians are poor, there are no “poor” people in the US. Just those who have less then others, but that doesn’t make them “poor.”
I have no pity for the most all of the “poor” in this country.
Maybe after the collapse if they wake up I will have pity, in the meantime I do feel for people who are truly poor elsewhere around the world.
Fat little kids with DebbieCake crumbs on their lips and iPhones are not poor.
A kid in Etheopia that gets a spoonful of rice a day... thats poor.
On a worlwide stage, if you own a pair of shoes, you are the 1%.
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After working with the “poor” in this country and the poor in other countries, your statement is 100% correct.
From another thread:
...for heavily modified definitions of poverty.
One of my friends just cannot understand the definition Americans use for poverty. He lived with his mother, a couple of Aunts, his cousins, in his grandfathers house, with the goats on the other side of the room to keep them from being eaten by the leopards. He never had shoes until he was 12. From his view, he wasn’t in poverty...he had goats, a family, and access to the river. He went to the local Catholic school in the mornings, where he learned to read and write in his native language and English.
Our “poor” are the richest “poor” in the entire world. They have cars, tvs, cable service, air conditioners, heat, they have aid to pay for heat and electricity and gas, and they get money for the kids they have, and they get money for food, free obamaphones we already pay for.
We are already being forced/compelled to give to these people without our consent, by the government, who takes all the credit for it.
In turn the government makes those who do well or don’t need help as being selfish and greedy and holding these people down. While taking our money to give to them, playing the good guy.
Why on earth would we be tired of hearing how selfish and cold-hearted we all are?
This callow youth of 18 was in the U.S. Navy in 1951. On maneuvers, we hit Port au Prince. I had mess cook duty that week and part of my duties was to unload the ships garbage to a bum boat that came by three times a day after mess. By garbage, I mean the clean stuff that was scraped off a plate and dumped.
I was raising up a canister after the bum boat crew had emptied it when a shipmate said, "Jeez Al, look at that." For lunch that day we had had fried chicken, with ice cream for dessert (the kind that came in paper-wrapped slabs). I looked down and saw one guy grabbing the chicken bones and chowing down on the leftovers, while the other guy was licking the ice cream wrappers.
MAJOR EPIPHANY. I thought I had seen poor people in the slums of NYC where I grew up, but that poverty was NOTHING compared to this.
I was in the old diesel boat submarine service, and our electricians got a monthly dungaree allowance because the battery acid ate so many holes in their clothes. Near the end of the month there was barely anything left between the waistbelt and the cuffs. EPIPHANY II came when these electricians were trading those rags to people on the docks for handmade mahogany cigar boxes, etc. It was the first time I had seen people who tied rags to themselves with string and it brought to mind pictures of pre-revolution Russian peasants that I had seen in school.
I damn near kissed the ground when we got back to the States.