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Originally Posted by xepherys
I understabd exactly why they're fat. I understand that food that comes from refuse of the general public is not a fantastic way to survive. However, my point was, again, that there are OPTIONS, and that if you have NOTHING, you are not above such a feat to live. If I had absolutely nothing, I would not consider myself above dumpster diving for food. While it's a far cry from my typical Sunday trip to Whole Foods, circumstances are only what they are. I have neither respect, nor disrespect for people who are homeless. Some people choose the life. Some people have nothing else. It is what it is.
No, it's not my fault. It's not my fault that the Mexican economy is poor. It is not my fault that they illegally cross the border. That argument is like saying it's our fault that there is high crime in inner-city areas because of white opression of American black people. Bullshit! If a thug pops a gangsta, it's no more my fault than a Mexican hoping the border. I refuse to accept responsibility for the illegal actions of others. If you feel it's your duty to wallow in pity for those around you, feel free, but I cannot shoulder that particular fate of society.
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And it is because no one wants to take responsibility for the Mexican econemy that the problem may never be solved.
Mexicasns do not have the option of surviving on the kindness of strangers in the same way that the US homeless people sometimes can. The disposable income in the US is staggering, so it can sustain a small homeless population. Mexico is not the US. You cannot survive in Mexico the same way you survive in the US. Mexicco is more violent, the police aren't as friendly, the military is downright frightening, and there aren't rich people in SUVs driving their kids to soccer practice all the time. There are many places in Mexico that are comparable to hell. Places that would make the worst slums in the US seem like a gated community for millionairs.
BTW, I don't wallow in pity, I take action to help those who neeed help. Call it a savoir complex if you want, but I will die knowing that I helped hundreds, perhaps thousands of people in my life (or more, I don't really keep count). I'm not trying to hold that over you or anything, but if you want to know what goes through my head...I want to help those who need help. If helping them means inconveniencing a few people, so be it. I love my country, but the world comes first.