3rd WORLD vs 1st WORLD

Do you know the difference between the 1st world and the 3rd world?  There are a lot of them not just one or two.  On the political side there is one that jumps out at me all the time.  Not just these days either.  This has been a long time thought with me.  The very evident difference is that the 1st world fights against letting people cross the line into it.  The 3rd world fights against letting people out of it.  Just look at the US.  We're always fighting against the influx of third world people.  Little do we know that the leaders of those self-same people wish that they would stay home. Can you blame them?  Just look at the surface image it gives the world about the leadership qualities of the leader who can't keep his people home.  If it were my country, I sure wouldn't think that it is so great that everyone wants to get out.  The 1st world leaders are probable saying to themselves, "If we could lose about 35,000,000 people over the next five years we'd be in better shape."  It's too expensive to have that many people.  It's also too inconvenient because they are always complaining.  You can therefore see that there is no one in this world who is happy.  It's just that the cause for the raw nerves is different.  The leaders are unhappy.  Some because too many people are leaving and the rest who stay are unhappy that they have to stay.  Other leaders are unhappy because too many people are staying and they think that the leaders should coddle them more, so there is unhappiness all around.
The 3rd world people, on the whole are happier than those in the 1st world.  Look at those kids in the picture.  Their happy with the oily, grimy, urine and feces infected water in which they are gamboling.  They also know that when they get home they are not going to get ripped by mama for getting their clothes wet.  They just hang them up somewhere and slip them back on tomorrow when they are dry.  They didn't have to worry about ruining their Adidas, for sure.  The parents of these urchins are happy because they know that the children will find something to do.  Breakfast will not be a problem because they can sneak over to the bakery and the night shift guy will slip them some half-baked bread that didn't come out right because the day-shift idiot forgot to buy a back-up LPG tank. You're starting to get the point, right?  The parents of 3rd world children have the same kind of life.  No pressure.  The offspring are not going to want a cell phone.  A what?  The parents  are going to make do with what comes along during the waking hours that they are strong enough to endure.  The nice part is that the only debt they have is one of gratitude for the small gifts that they are able to garner from day to day.  One of the things that they may dream of, if they are inner city folk, is the greater food supply that they imagine is in the rural area.  In some countries, that may be true, but in others, not.  So, essentially, the poor don't have any expectations of grandeur, so eat, sleep and forage.  Some might get lucky and wangle a way into a higher economy, but it doesn't happen often, and they know it.  
The 1st world people are never happy with anything.  Their telephone is good only for telephone calls.  It doesn't tell time, it doesn't play music, it doesn't take good pictures, the GPS in it is weak and the Internet connection is weak too.  Problem is "everybody" else has a 2.5 inch by 4 inch computer that makes Eniak look like a single cell amoeba.  So they're unhappy.  Mama and Papa are unhappy because they want a Rolls Royce and a Ferrari, on top of the HDTV that takes up the entire north wall of their 5,000 square foot home that is currently underwater up to the gills.  Sad to say, even those of us who are "poor" don't sleep at night because there is too much to lose. 3rd world people don't have anything to lose.  When is the last time you tried to convince your children and your spouse to downsize and to move to Haiti?
Anyway, you have enough of my unwitty sarcasm by now and you've got the point. 
I gotta go.  I just had to erase some stuff that has no place in polite discourse.  
Let me invite you to read the comment to the blog post that was linked here yesterday.  My friend Justa wrote it.  Very touching.
Click here.  When you're there click the word "comment" right at the bottom of the article.