Thats the problem with a lot of Americans...they have never seen real poverty, real tyranny, real struggle...ill bet if everyone spent some time in a 3rd world country they would appreciate what they have here a helluva lot more...bunch of whiney ass babies...im depressed, i have anxiety, i have ptsd....those are real things but not nearly as common as weve diagnosed them here
Hello, I would like to chime in briefly and confirm what you are saying. I lived in a Rio De Janeiro, Brasil for 3 years as a white American male (reeeeeee).
That was my first experience with true poverty and corruption, and also the first (and second, third fourth and fifth) time I saw someone killed with my own eyes or had to duck down from gunfire.
Huge portions of the population living in squalor. I remember asking what all the little blue containers were on everybody’s roof in the favelas and learning a huge percentages of people didn’t have plumbing and that’s how they got water or took showers. Horses and donkeys pulling carts in the street. Never carrying my cards or documents but always having some cash so when I got robbed they wouldn’t kill me out of annoyance. Because life is cheap there.
And these rainbow haired retards think the police HERE are bad? Try police who stop you in a blitz simply for money because they aren’t getting paid by the corrupt government, or bring a couple kids to an abandoned site to execute them because they don’t feel like doing paperwork. More cops died in just Rio my first year there than police in the entire US. Truly a war zone.
Thats the problem with a lot of Americans...they have never seen real poverty, real tyranny, real struggle...ill bet if everyone spent some time in a 3rd world country they would appreciate what they have here a helluva lot more...bunch of whiney ass babies...im depressed, i have anxiety, i have ptsd....those are real things but not nearly as common as weve diagnosed them here
Hello, I would like to chime in briefly and confirm what you are saying. I lived in a Rio De Janeiro, Brasil for 3 years as a white American male (reeeeeee).
That was my first experience with true poverty and corruption, and also the first (and second, third fourth and fifth) time I saw someone killed with my own eyes or had to duck down from gunfire.
Huge portions of the population living in squalor. I remember asking what all the little blue containers were on everybody’s roof in the favelas and learning a huge percentages of people didn’t have plumbing and that’s how they got water or took showers. Horses and donkeys pulling carts in the street. Never carrying my cards or documents but always having some cash so when I got robbed they wouldn’t kill me out of annoyance. Because life is cheap there.
And these rainbow haired retards think the police HERE are bad? Try police who stop you in a blitz simply for money because they aren’t getting paid by the corrupt government, or bring a couple kids to an abandoned site to execute them because they don’t feel like doing paperwork. More cops died in just Rio my first year there than police in the entire US. Truly a war zone.
Bunch of privileged little twats here