Trust me. You don’t
One of my first (olfactory) memories is the smell of the open sewer running down the middle of most streets.
People don’t appreciate how good life here really is. That is what scares me when folks talk about “revolution” or any sort violence. It is what scares me when the government keeps goading us.
Vast quantities of electricity reliably delivered? So much potable water that you can shower and flush toilets with it? Fresh fruits and vegetables available in the middle of winter? This IS the Golden Age.