So we should be happy because we are privileged?
That makes no sense to me. When I went to Latin America I saw kids playing on top of trash piles and they looked happy as shit.
I'd be happy if I lived out in the middle of nowhere, completely alone, in a shack of sticks, with no type of luxuries at all.
I don't want cars, computers, cell phones, or getting food from a grocery store, or taxes, or worrying about getting arrested for some stupid shit, or seeing another person I know shot by some dumb n*gger or dying in a DUI. I want to actually WORRY about how I'm going to survive, and know that every day I'm alive is only because I'm struggling (against nature, not society or other people).
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