I'm 23, battling a chronic illness, working a shitty job that requires most of a law degree but pays worse than a janitorial position (no joke...I know this because I play on the janitor's intramural basketball team)...I'm about to graduate law school and completely unsure where to live and work...I'm heartbroken...blah, blah, blah.
The people of Darfur have been bombed, hacked-up, raped, starved, and ignored by the hundreds of thousands for decades. I mean...dismembered and/or charred bodies all over the place. The international community doesn't give a fuck, and there's no real end in sight for them.
But does that make me feel fortunate? Nope. My problems still seem crushing.
And to a disgustingly wealthy close friend of mine, his problems (most recently, he thought the housekeeper at the Ritz-Carlton in New Orleans, where he flew to drop thousands of dollars on a ticket to this year's boring BCS championship game, went through his luggage and stole a sweater) are just as bad as mine and those of those poor bastards in Darfur.
Just saying.
P.S. If you want to waste Mitt Romney's campaign cash AND harass your friends and family simultaneously, you can arrange to have Mitt Romney's recorded voice call them to solicit donations and speak out against such things as "radical jihad". Rrrrrright here.
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