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I am not sure where the attraction for guns by men originated.  Maybe it’s in the DNA. Somewhere back in the stone age days when men were the hunters and the women were child bearers.  I tried to examine my own motivations over the past 60 or more years.  I have owned many weapons, both sport and hunting.  Perhaps by examining my own history I will find a hint as to the current attitudes and even more importantly the future attitudes toward guns.

I no longer have any “modern” guns.  I have an old 410 shotgun, an even older 9 shooter revolver and a tiny little 22 pistol.  None of them really serve any purpose except the little 22 gives me some comfort when I am stomping around in the desert.  I doubt that it would kill a rattlesnake unless I hit it with a perfect shot and even that is unlikely because the snake would just slither away unless I practically stepped right on it.  Nevertheless I imagine all kinds of scenarios like falling into a ravine and having to attract attention with a few shots or scaring away a mountain lion or bear with the noise.  Anyway, my first cartridge is always a blank so it’s noise first before injuring myself, someone or something else.  All pretty unrealistic examples.


Like most young boys going back at least to the beginning of the 19th century I had a fondness for the beauty, the design, manufacture and power of a double barrel 20 gage shotgun with a fine hickory stock that had been rubbed with linseed oil for years until it shone like glass.  Ours was purchased from the Sears catalog and dropped off at our farm by the post man.


In the autumn laying in wait for huge flocks of Canadian geese passing overhead was a test of both patience and skill.  If you lucked out and hit one the family had a nice feast.  There were so many of them that sometimes the sky was almost filled with them.  I learned to shoot, clean and respect the power of that old gun.  It wasn’t a toy.

Our family also had a 22 rifle, also from Sears and an over and under 22/410 which was both a rifle and shotgun combined.  The 22/410 was a fine gun for a boy because he could shoot at birds with the 410 and at rabbits with the 22.  There was an abundance of animals that served as meals for a hungry family, especially during the depression years.


In later years we graduated to a 30.06 rifle for deer hunting.  Deer was an important meat source for poor people who had no real cash for food.  I can recall lying in the rocks and brush on a cold misty dawn waiting for a herd of deer silently stealing along the ridge line.  Steadily, slowly squeezing the trigger while keeping the old peep sight just on  the nose of one of the bigger bucks.  Our 30.06 held three or four cartridges and you loaded them one at a time by pulling the bolt back and feeding a new one into the chamber.  You knew that one shot was all you had because they would all disappear into the brush at the first sound so it didn’t matter how many cartridges that you had.


After growing up and joining the Marine Corps I discovered another use for weapons.  Killing people.  In a war situation it was kill or be killed, of course, so the Browning Automatic Rifle that was assigned to me was a comfort to me and to my whole squad. When I first shot it my instructor inserted a 30 round clip and told me to just squeeze off three to five cartridges at a time.  I carefully flicked my finger thinking that perhaps I had only shot two or three cartridges.  Actually I had fired off the entire 30 round clip.  It spewed out deadly fire with great accuracy.


As the years slipped away I noticed that the herds of deer and other animals that had been abundant  in my childhood began to disappear.  I noticed that the massive v-shaped armada of Canadian geese dwindled to the point where it was a rare event to see a few or hear their honk in the night sky.  Not so many other people seemed to notice and hunters kept up their relentless demand to shoot what little there was left.  Today it brings a tear to your eye when you realize that most of the great herds of wildlife are gone and probably never to return.

So I ask myself, what is a gun really for today?  Certainly high-powered automatic and semi-automatic guns have no connection whatever with hunting.  What kind of low-life bum would hunt a little deer with a weapon that spewed out lead at the rate of my old BAR.  What kind of person needs a 45 caliber semi-automatic pistol for self-defense?  What target shooter needs to explode the target with the first shot?


Society has gone mad with guns.  They have been pumped up by gun and ammunition manufacturers for the sole purpose of corporate profit.  Many of us have been convinced that there is a monster just around the corner that can only be defeated with some unimaginable force.  Unfortunately these weapons are now being turned against us and our children.  We have become the hunted.  We are the ones living in fear and scampering away at the first sound of gunfire.

It’s no one’s right to carry any dangerous item that is capable of killing people without it having the same rules of other dangerous things.  Like cars and airplanes, guns should be licensed, inspected and insured.  Their owners should have to pass tests and be licensed specifically for the type of gun that they carry.

What about the second amendment?  Anyone who wants to join a legal organized militia like the National Guard should be allowed to carry whatever weapons that militia is authorized to use.  Otherwise it is a ruse.  When the founders of our country wrote the constitution it was meant to be a flexible document.  They never anticipated that there would ever be such destructive weaponry in the hands of citizens all over the country.

As difficult as it is to recall these terrible weapons.  As much resistance as we shall have from the gun and ammunition manufacturers.  As much as lobbyists pay off politicians to keep the status quo.  We must prevail in returning our nation to common sense rule or we will all go down into anarchy.

That’s what I think anyway.



BABY hollis unwanted 1

This child, born in 1961 was not wanted.  Not by the mother, a prostitute and not by his father an alcoholic.  The mother already had one son from a previous liaison who was two years old at the time.  Abortions were unheard of in those days so the mother gave birth to the child and took him to her apartment home in the city.  At the age of two he and his four year old brother were left locked in the mothers car in front of various bars where she went to pick up customers.

While locked in the car along the busy street derelicts, homeless people, alcoholics and drug addicts pressed their toothless faces against the car window to see the boys.  No doubt the impact of this terror for two young children was immense.  Eventually their mother would show up with her “date” for the night, both drunk, and they would drive home.  The boys slept on the couch in the one bedroom apartment while their mother and her friend occupied the bedroom.  Sometimes there were arguments and fights and the boys would hide behind the couch.

Eventually the boys became too much of a burden for their mother.  They were not wanted.  One day she told them to pack all of their meager belongings into plastic bags because she was taking them to visit their grandmother.  The boys and their mother drove to the suburbs where their grandmother and grandfather lived.  As they pulled up in front of the house, the mother got out of the car and told the boys to get their belongings.  They were met on the front porch by a stern appearing old lady and an even gruffer old man.

After a short exchange of words between the childrens mother and her mother she walked to the car and left.  There were no hugs, no explanations, no good bye’s.  She was just gone.

Now in the home of two older strangers the boys clung to each other for comfort.  The two old people were stern and not very pleasant to be around nevertheless they set about looking after the boys as best as they could.


Time slipped by.  The boys grew older and went to school.  They had no contact with their mother.  The grandfather became fond of the youngest boy and used to take him along to the barber shop and other shopping trips.  The boy looked forward to the outings in particular because he would always get a treat of a Butterfinger candy bar before coming home.  The old man rarely spoke but he held the little boys hand tightly as they walked along the street.


One day the old man died of cancer.  The young boy was in the hospital to visit with him during the last few hours of his life.  No words were spoken between the two.  The little boy put his hand on his grandfathers hand and the old man closed his eyes.

After the funeral the grandmother took the two boys back to their home and spoke to them about how they would have to do their best to help out around the house because she would have to get a job and work to support them all.  The grandmother spoke very matter-of-factly with little emotion.  There were no hugs. No tears.

The boys went to school.  They played with outer kids in the woods nearby their home.  They did all of the things that young boys do who do not have the support of a mother and father.  You couldn’t say they were happy.  On the other hand you couldn’t say that they perceived themselves as unhappy.  They were just were.  They enjoyed being boys and having fun at school.


When the youngest boy was about thirteen or fourteen his grandmother sat down at the dinner table and announced that she was ill.  She had cancer and likely would not be with them for too much longer.  She had made tentative arrangements for the boys to stay with an aunt during her treatment.  Once more the boys were to be abandoned.

The older boy was just barely old enough to join the Army, which he did.  The youngest boy stayed with his grandmother until she was taken to the hospital where she died while he sat next to her bed.  No one wanted the boy, least of all his aunt who had her own children to raise.  The boy decided to go off in search of his mother, surely she would want him.  He knew that she still lived in the city a few miles away.  He thought that surely she would allow him to live with her since he had no-one else.

After some searching around the lower part of the town he eventually located his mother.  She was not in the least pleased to see him and at first wanted nothing to do with him.  The boy convinced her that he could live on her couch and earn enough money to care for himself and to pay her some of his earnings.  It worked for a short time but eventually the mother told him to go, she didn’t want him.

The boy started wondering the streets near the bars where his mother hung out.  He met other unwanted, despirate kids living in the streets.  From them he learned how to get by.  How to get money.  How to put a cardboard box over a grate in the alley and stay warm in the winter.  He was a runner for drug dealers; after all no one suspected a child to be dealing drugs.  He stole food from the local shops.  He shared what he had with other street people.  Soon he was using some of the drugs that he was delivering.


Inevitably came the police, courts, street crime and jail.


Shortly after being released from two years in prison the boy started having vision problems and went to a free clinic to see what the matter could be.


It was a brain tumor.


The brain tumor was removed and follow up treatment was successful enough that the doctors told him he might live for ten years or so before the tumor might return.

Perhaps recalling his grandmother and grandfather and being beside their bed when they died the boy decided that with a little help from others he could turn his life around.  He got married and had three children.  He loved them with his whole being.  He struggled to make them proud of him.


He completed an education.


He got a job.


He started his own business.


He traveled to far away places.

He died in my arms.  He was thirty-five years old.  He was wanted, after all, by me and his family.

Badge of Shame — MY TURN!

Here is what I propose to give to various politicians who have raked in money from the NRA and won’t vote to get rid of military weapons. Here is a link to download the badge and it is free to modify, add names, etc. as you see fit. Citizens of The United States […]

via Badge of Shame — MY TURN!

Here is what I propose to give to various politicians who have raked in money from the NRA and won’t vote to get rid of military weapons.  Here is a link to download the badge and it is free to modify, add names, etc. as you see fit.



Citizens of The United States of America

We Americans go about our everyday lives just trying to keep a roof over our heads, feed our kids and hopefully have a little family time together.  Since the 1950’s we have gone from a one bread-winner family to a two breadwinner family frequently with both members working more than one job.  Why? Is there anything we can do about it?

The “why” part is both complicated and simple.  It has crept up on us like slime mold, aided and abetted by a political system that has not kept up with the needs of the country.  Where once patriotism propelled our leaders now it is greed which propels them.

Suite and Tie

Corporation Control 

First we have to get over the idea that there are any large businesses in the United States that are “American”.  They aren’t.  They are all big corporations, mostly with headquarters overseas but bearing old American names.  The stockholders/owners of these corporations are banks, insurance companies, investment companies and billionaires from all over the world.  Most American’s have no stock or financial interest in these corporations and get very little benefit from them.  In fact, the majority of U.S. citizens would be better off with complete collapse of the stock market.  The market is primarily a casino where the rich and corporations make bets on fictitious values of each others stocks.  These corporations operate on the simple premise that in order to give their share holders big profits they must manufacture goods in the most poverty-stricken areas of the planet and sell the goods at huge profit to the more affluent parts of the globe.  There is no loyalty whatever to any government or people, only to the executives and stock holders.


Without any protections from the multi-national corporations the wages are systematically driven down across the globe so that people everywhere work harder and harder for less and less while the stockholders make more and more.  That’s why people in the United States work two jobs just to afford basic necessities.  

It’s not China’s fault or Bangladesh’s fault or Nicaragua’s fault.  It is the fault of the corporate ceo’s who go to a relatively impoverished country and purchase goods for ten cents that they then turn around and sell to a wealthier country for ten dollars thereby delivering to their shareholders the difference.

Pick up one item in your home.  Where is it made?  At what cost?

So I have a package of Nabisco Oreo cookies here on my shelf.  (because I am a sweets junkie) I paid about three dollars for them.  Nabisco is an old American name, right?  Oreo cookies have been made and sold in the United States since the early 1900’s.  It almost seems patriotic to buy the Nabisco brand.  WRONG!  Nabisco is owned by the Mondelez International group.  The Mondelez group owns dozens of other companies; Cadbury, Trident, Triscuit, Ritz, etc.  Mondelez are headquartered in Chicago and had a net income of $1.6 billion in 2016 from hundreds of world-wide operations.  Their stock today is about $43/share.


Made in Mexico

My  bag of Oreo’s were made in Mexico where the average wage is about $5.00 per day or what an American is paid per hour.  The Mexican bag is on the grocers shelf right next to the American made products so the buyer hardly knows what they are buying .  So the Mexican bag cost Mondelez about $.05 to make and the American bag cost about $.40.  When that difference is added up by billions of sales the corporation makes MUCH more profit-making the goods in Mexico especially since there is no tariff on goods entering the United States.  This is how the corporation delivers huge profits to its share holders, the banks, insurance companies, brokers and billionaires.

Don’t misunderstand me, I love Mexico and Mexicans in general and if Mondelez paid the Mexican workers the same as they pay the American workers I would be ok with it.  When they cheat poor Mexicans so they can deliver huge profits to their stockholders is where I have a problem.


The “what can we do about it” as ordinary working American’s is simple but difficult.  Simple because all we have to do is just stop buying anything sold by a large multi-national corporation (which is about all of them) and start buying only locally produced items sold by locally owned stores.

You can’t buy from Wal-Mart International Corporation because EVERYthing that they sell is bought cheap and sold high and the profits delivered directly to their billionaire shareholders.


Political Candidate Purchasers

You can’t buy from Target or Home Depot or Lowes for the same reason.  Even American made goods sold at these stores produce a profit for their international investors, not American citizens or our country.

You can buy American made goods at your local hardware store.  You can buy American made clothing at the locally owned clothing store.  You can buy American produced food products from the local farmers markets.  It is not as easy and convenient but if we are going to make a dent in the International Corporations owning our democracy we have to do it.

hardware stoe

Good Old Local Hardware Store

The international corporations are buying our politicians and destroying our democracy.  They must be dealt with either through legislation or boycott.

Do your home work.  Don’t buy from the big box stores.  Don’t buy from any company listed on the stock exchanges because their profits go to the banks, insurance companies and billionaires.  Can you do it?  Our democracy depends on it.  Do your best.

That’s what I think anyway.

The Little Girl

I once knew a little girl.  I held her in my arms when she was no bigger than one of the giant maple leaves that grew on the tree behind our house.  As she grew she became feisty and funny and lovely.  Her older brother was quiet and thoughtful but he loved his sister so much.


I used to refer to the little girl, her brother and myself as “the three musketeers” because at an early age we three would travel to far away places and share many happy adventures.  The little girl and her brother became my best friends and when their dad died when they were still very young we clung to each other in our grief.

The little girls mother drifted into a life of drugs and problems with the law so the boy and girl as well as their little sister came to live with me for a time.  We managed for a while but when their mother moved into a small home with her boyfriend she naturally wanted her children back with her.

The little girl and her little sister returned to live with her mother but the boy wouldn’t go and remained with me until this day many years since.  The life with their mother and boyfriend, troubled by drugs other issues slid into chaos and hopelessness.  The little girl tried and tried to make a family for herself and her little sister but she was too young and did not have the tools.  Her little sister was taken away by the authorities and never allowed to see the little girl or her brother for many years until she was an adult.

Eventually, the little girl, now a young adult met a young man and moved far away.  They had a child together and then the little girl had her own little girl to  look after.  The partnership crumbled though and the little girl under the pressure of the situation began her own slide into drugs and alcohol.


Somewhere inside the little girl lingered a spark left there by her father who adored her and called her his “little princess”.  It was only when the little girl realized that she was about to lose her own little girl that the spark began to grow into a flame and she made the decision, with the help of others, to get her life put back together.  To give her little girl the childhood that she missed.

The little girl grew, overcame life’s hurdles, stayed focused on what really mattered to her and gave her little girl all the love that she was capable of.  Now the two little girls went down life’s road, over the bumps and through the brush together.  They knew that they only had each other for a few short years before life would move on.

Looking back now from old  age the little girl laughs and wonders why she didn’t see the important things sooner.  She realizes that the bumps were pretty minor in the scope of life and compared to others.  She knows that she did her best.  She is ok with how it turned out and what she contributed to her little girl’s life.  Now, the little girl, her little girl and her little girl’s little girl are the “three musketeers”

Sitting on her back porch the little girl looks at the old maple tree in the back yard and knows that it has withstood the storms of wind, rain and snow all these years just as she has.  She smiles.  Life has been good after all.

Maple tree


Throw The Bastards Out

We have all been scampering around during the last year or so in an effort to understand how the country elected a person so unpopular with millions of popular votes less than his competitor.  And the president is just ONE of many who are in office just for the power and money.  The answer is pretty clear when you actually get to the bottom of what has happened since the Supreme Court past the Citizens United decision.


In 2010, the Koch Brothers, second largest private corporation in the United States, decided that they wanted the right to buy politicians to do their bidding. They filed a suit that was heard by the United States Supreme Court.  The case was Citizens United vs. Federal Election Commission.   In a nutshell the Koch’s wanted to be able to make unlimited contributions to politicians in order to basically BUY their loyalty and so they would do what they were told.

Koch Brothers

David and Charles Koch, The Koch Brothers


The Many Companies Owned by The Koch’s

When the  Court decided in favor of Citizens United  it allowed virtually unlimited contributions of cash and other goods such as advertising, etc. of nonprofit corporations, for-profit corporations, labor unions and other associations without restriction AND without transparency.  The president of Russia could, if he wanted, make a million dollar donation to one of the political PAC’s supporting a dictator for president.  It opened the door to massive election campaign spending and corruption of politicians and the system as a whole.

Ordinary citizens obviously could not compete with the thousands of political action committees and other organizations that sprang up to dump millions of dollars into electing politicians at every level all across the country. Prior to that time there had been restrictions on the amount of money that anyone could contribute towards anyone running for office and there were disclosure requirements so you knew who was paying for what.  While the law still imposes restrictions against direct contributions (bribery) to candidates it allows unlimited contributions towards those organizations and political action committees that support various candidates.


The Supreme Court Justices

Once the floodgates were opened it allowed for the wealthy, political nonprofit organizations and others,foreign or domestic, to basically purchase positions in the government for the individuals of their choice. In particular the Koch Brothers and others have aggressively pursued the purchase of offices for their preferred candidates and causes. Unfortunately the candidates constituents, you and me,  have little or nothing to say by voting for a specific individual. There is hardly any point in voting at all.  It has a very negative impact on voters who feel that their vote is worthless.


It is high time that the public was heard from on this matter and those members of the Supreme Court who voted in favor of Citizens United need to be held accountable. There is no longer time for political correctness or thinking the Supreme Court members are some kind of lofty infallible gods.  While it’s difficult to challenge a Supreme Court judge with a lifetime appointment it is nevertheless possible to have them impeached and we can lobby for a change in the constitution to limit the terms of the justices. The public needs to the overturn Citizens United via the same process acknowledged as legal by the court.  A Political Action Committee for the specific purpose of advocating for the impeachment of the four justices who voted this catastrophe onto our democracy.  (Scalia is deceased.)

Those voting in favor of the Citizens United decision:

Justices Roberts, Scalia, Thomas, Kennedy and Alito all voted to overrule to previous cases that were decided to keep money out of  politics.

Chief Justice John G. Roberts, Graduate of Harvard Law School

Justice Roberts

Chief Justice Roberts

Clarence Thomas, Yale Law School, Accused of sexual harassment by a former associate.


Justice Thomas

Anthony Kennedy, Harvard Law School


Justice Kennedy

Samuel Alito, Yale Law School


Justice Alito

Those voting against the Citizens United decision were:

Justices Stevens, Ginsburg, Breyer and Soto Mayor all dissented in the decision.

Justice John Paul Stevens, Now Retired

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Columbia Law School

Justice Steven Breyer, Harvard Law School

Justice Sonia Sotomayor, Yale Law School


It is time to start a campaign to impeach Roberts, Thomas, Kennedy and Alito. If enough pressure is brought to bear and enough light shed on these justices decisions perhaps they will have second thoughts about permitting corporations to purchase politicians in a democratic government.

I propose the average American Citizen ban together and form a political action committee PAC  to actively lobby for the removal of these arrogant life time judges and any others who make decisions that are obviously contrary to the best interests of our democracy.  Because of their decision our democracy and our way of life is seriously threatened.

That’s What I Think Anyway.

Education Hypocracy

I live in a small town that has one university.  It isn’t Harvard or even Chico State.  It’s just a little local state university that is attempting to lure enough foreign students to make it profitable.

The value of a degree from this “accredited” university is as yet unproven.  I am not aware  of any nobel laureates or corporate CEO’s coming from here. There aren’t any big science grants flooding into the school.  It is, in my personal view, a diploma factory disguised as an institution of learning.  A small fish swimming up-stream amongst giant salmon.  Home to a small group of academics cast into the wilderness and attempting to survive on their own self-importance.

When students graduate from university here their future is quite uncertain.  Their curriculum has been tailored to graduate and get a diploma but not necessarily to qualify them for any particular endeavor.

What I would like to know is what possesses the school to demand 4 year college degrees for cleaning the toilets, working in the book shop, manicuring the grounds or selling tickets at the football games.  Perhaps it says something about the value of their degrees.  Perhaps they should re-consider their mandate more towards the needs of the local rural population and less toward the inducement of foreign students.

These state supported schools need to concentrate on giving students a valuable education suitable to the needs of the community.  If their only goal is to attract foreign students that’s ok but that should not be supported by taxpayers.

That’s What I Think Anyway.

Marriage Sucks

After all these years of enduring young married couples and their issues I have finally cracked.  I have tried to be understanding.  I have tried to be patient.  I have begged, pleaded and cajoled but nothing works.

First these people start out all in “love” and think that their partner has no faults.  The “magic” of the wedding ritual is overpowering.  So they finalize their relationship by locking each other into a legal contract that basically says “you are MINE, you belong to me”.  Not a good start at all given the frequency of divorce and all the heartbreak and unhappiness that it brings.


Happy Happy Happy — Forever

I know  a couple who  have lived together as friends for 50 years and raised five happy healthy children.  They never bothered with a contract and they knew that they could leave just any old-time but they stayed together because they loved each other and they loved their children.


Still Hanging In There

Newly married couples think  that there are no little irritating things like farting,  slurping their coffee,  leaving their hair all over the sink,  throwing their clothes down just any old place,  leaving dishes in the sink,   adjusting the mirrors and seat in the car,  getting bored with hearing the same old complaints and stories over and over again, feeling neglected, feeling hurt, leaving tooth paste spatters on the mirror, changing their mind over and over, not appreciating  the shitty food prepared by their partner, not doing their share of the cleaning, not doing their share of taking care of the kids or pets and in general JUST GETTING BORED WITH THEIR PARTNER!

bored man   Boring



What the hell did they think it was going to be like?  If they weren’t prepared to be friends for the long haul and make whatever adjustments that are necessary to tolerate each others idiosyncracies they should have never signed a contract.  People live together all the time and they can leave any old-time so why sign the contract unless you have something special enough to work and fight for?


I know everyone wants to hear my advice so here it is.

First, just because you have both signed a contract requiring you to fulfill certain legal obligations doesn’t mean that you “own” another human being.  The person you married had a life before you and they will have a life after you so figure out a way to let them keep a little of their personal life and habits in exchange for you keeping a little of yours.

Second, keep the expectations down, you didn’t marry Jesus or the Virgin Mary; your partner has some faults but you can work around  them if you care enough.

Third, give each other a little space; no one wants to be smothered with anything including love and affection.  Take a break from  one another now and then.  It won’t kill you and if your other half runs off with the first vacuum cleaner salesman that they meet then it wasn’t worth a shit anyway.

Forth, don’t take life too seriously.  You aren’t Einstein and you probably won’t find the answer for world peace.  Even if you get a PhD in rocket science you may wake up someday and find there are no longer any rockets.  Learn to laugh at your and your partners foibles together.


Lastly, always keep a little thought in the back of your mind that when your partner walks out the door or you huff away in a vapor over something silly you may NEVER see that person alive again!  The words you say now, the smile or frown, may be the last ones they will ever hear.  Make sure that you will be able to live with the words and actions should the unexpected happen.


The Marriage Expert



Of course I couldn’t let this one pass.  After our “president” referred to other countries as being “shitholes” except obviously Norway and other white countries of Europe and Russia, I reflected on what my experience has  been in some of those “shithole” countries.

First, I have spent a lot of time in many of those countries that Trump has in mind and know a good deal about their history and people.  I will admit that some of their LEADERS are “shithole” leaders.  They are corrupt, liars, squanderers of the people’s resources, warmongers, racists, undemocratic and keep their people in poverty for their own benefit.  On the other hand, our own president could be considered a “shithole” president for the same reasons.  There aren’t many leaders in those countries who are more corrupt than our president and most of congress even though we are quick to lay blame on others.

The United States is now a third world country itself if it is weighed on wealth distribution, universal health care, education, poverty, political corruption and racial integration.  MANY people from the very “shithole” nations that the president referred to are actually better off in many ways than we in the United States are if you go by UN standards.  Certainly very few people from Europe would consider living in the United States an improvement in their standard of living.

Now what about the PEOPLE in those “shithole” countries?  One can rarely find people much different country to country across the world.  A tiny handful of people have all of the money, power and resources while the rest just want to live a safe, decent life and to be able to give their families hope that they may achieve the same.  Most people who I have ever met in Africa, Asia and elsewhere would like for their children to grow up in a stable country, get an education, have access to healthcare and earn a living sufficient to provide for food, shelter and clothing.  If all countries resources were directed to the betterment of its citizens there wouldn’t be much “shithole” anywhere.

That’s my view anyway.