“We have people starving in our country and we are giving it to other countries”
Nobody other than the odd drug addict, if them; is starving in America. The poor in America are generally obese. They are really only poor when compared with other Americans. Go to India, or almost anywhere in Africa and large parts of Asia and see how the poor really live.
Those “Poverty stricken” Americans the demondogs talk about would be upper middle class in most of the world. They have enough food, they have power, some access to health care, an automobile, a cell phone, more than one suit of clothing, running water and indoor plumbing. They have heat in the winter and many times AC in the summer. They have access to 12 years of education.
The whole idea of “poverty” in the US is so ridiculous as to be laughable.
That said, most humanitarian aid administered by governments does appear, in my experience to be fairly corrupt. Let Caritas or The Baptist Men do the job. They’ll feed more people with better food for less money.
All absolutely true, Fai Mao.
So true.
I lived in the Philippines as a kid, and there was poverty there, but when we stopped in New Delhi back around 1971 and spent the night walking the streets because my Dad didn’t want to spend the money for a hotel room, I saw for the first time real honest to goodness poverty.
The poverty I saw in the Philippines looked like there was some form of community concern of the indigent. But in India, those people were on their own. I was thirteen at the time, and I recall walking by a guy who was nearly naked except for a small filthy cloth around his groin, holding out, palm up, a shaking, claw of a hand as his single eye (paired with an open, empty eye socket on the other side) gazed at us imploring in a foreign tongue to help him. We did not understand a word of what he was saying, but the meaning was clear enough, punctuated by his spindly, withered legs splayed out to the side.
It was simply dramatic to me, a display of pitiless and abject solitary poverty. I think my mouth was hanging open as we walked by.
Years later in the Navy, we pulled into Alexandria, Egypt for liberty. The peace treaty between Israel and Egypt had been recently signed, and we were going ashore. Me and two of my buddies hired a horse drawn carriage to take us down the street along the edge of the harbor. We had a guy jump up on the side of the carriage with a half a filthy bottle of yellow-brown liquid trying to sell it to us.
He uttered half a sentence before the driver turned, and putting his hand fully over the guy’s face, shoved him off as the horse trotted along. Shortly after that, we stopped as if for a pedestrian crossing through traffic, but there was nobody I could see crossing, until appearing in the road in front of the car just forward of us, was a guy in a dirty robe, dragging himself across the road, his useless legs dragging along after him. He pulled himself by his arms. The car coming the other way came screaming up, locked on his brakes, and the driver leaned out and began yelling at this guy in the road, shaking his fist at him.
It was unreal. These people were enraged at this guy dragging himself across the road. We just looked at each other in disbelief.
Thing is, you don’t see those things in this country. You just don’t. Sure. There are people living in squalor, but there is food available, and those people often have a bed to sleep in, a roof over their heads, and a mobile phone and flat screen television...and a car too.
No. We don’t have the same type of poverty here.