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Most of the third world is inhabited by savages. Yes, savages. I wish I could afford to pay for some US bleeding heart Liberals to spend six months in any of the Third World Hell Holes about which they wax poetic.

For that matter, just about any foreign country you name will bring you to tears when you see how animals are treated there. All thses years later I cannot forget the blinded, starving, three-legged stray dog I saw desperately looking for garbage in an empty lot in Madrid while the locals walked by, uncaring. I cannot forget the starving kittens begging for food outside a restaurant in the Azores while people walked by and one kid tormented them as they mewed pitiously. A friend had to stop me from beating the crap out of one guy and remind me what a Portugese prison would be like. I can't forget the starving dogs staggering down the street in Cavite City, The Phillipines while people ignored them.

The rest of the world is largely a hell hole of cruelty and neglect. No one should be allowed to vote in the USA until they've spent at least six months overseas.

I couldn't agree more. Seeing Third World reality might have the same effect on our spoiled liberals that seeing a prison had on Richard Pryor. On one of his comedy albums, he talked about how he used to complain how terrible it was that America had so many prisons, until he spent a couple of months filming a movie in an actual prison and meeting the prisoners. He said his new attitude was, "Thank GOD for prisons!!"

He said, "One guy murdered an entire family with an ax. I asked him, "Man, why'd you do that?!" "They was home."

I'd love to deal with this Ethiopian SOB myself. I notice that he also had a hawk with a broken wing, which I seriously doubt that he took in out of compassion. I take in homeless and handicapped parrots, and there used to be a pet store nearby with a beautiful Amazon that wasn't for sale. He was afraid of people and had one wing that hung down uselessly. The store owner told me he'd belonged to a guy who didn't like the sounds he made, so he'd hit him with a stick and broken his wing. I tried for two years to get him to tell me that guy's name and address, just so I could personally demonstate how much it might hurt to get your bones broken with a stick, but no luck.