In Bangladesh, a farmer who single-handedly killed 83,000 rats (yes, you read right) received a color television set from his nation as a reward. Maybe someone should give him a copy of Disney’s Ratatatouille, just for kicks.
Honestly, these types of stories illustrate just how blessed we are to live here in America. There may be 83,000 rats in Washington DC, but I bet most of them work for the government.
The abject poverty and lack of basic human resources in Third World countries are unimaginable to most Americans, even those who live in our forgotten Appalachian Mountain towns. America’s worst cities and poorest neighborhoods offer more opportunity than Third World countries could ever hope to have, even within the next half-century.
Of course, having opportunity in America doesn’t diminish the suffering of children in Camden or Detroit or Chicago or East Los Angeles (or any broken city) who’ve learned, by example, that drug-dealing is an acceptable livelihood and that they cannot rise above the violence and pain they witness every day. I mean, at least they have color televisions (just kidding).
God Bless America— even the rats in Washington. For even on its worst days, America is still the best country on earth.