…and then I met a man who had no feet.
Okay, that aphorism doesn’t work perfectly in my case. But still. I do often bitch about the limitations of my chosen “penniless hermit” lifestyle. And it’s good to be reminded sometimes that it actually is a lifestyle, a choice. And by the standards of most people on the planet, I live like a king.
H/T to Claire.
















































I have been meaning for years to make a series of videos on places like he describes in Manila and the various barrios in other Provinces I live in in P.I..
I hesitated because the subjects of the videos would be my wife’s family and the people she grew up with; some of whom have occasional access to the ‘net and know my youtube channel. I did not wish to humiliate anyone.
Still, I wanted to show people who cry this 1% vs. 99% bullshit what part they play in enjoying what others consider unattainable wealth.
I wanted these subsidized crybabies who piss themselves about how hard their lives are with their smart phones and designer coffee to see a family of 9 who live in a 10 x 10ft. bamboo hut with a dirt floor in a place where mosquitos deliver dengue.
I wanted them to hear from a 48 year old man who looks 70 and has no teeth what it’s like to make a few bucks a week chopping firewood and making charcoal in 90º heat and 100% humidity.
People in USA, most people anyway, have no clue what real poverty really is.
I grew up spending a great deal of time in places like Northern Coastal Mexico so I was inured to it early on.
As if that wasn’t bad enough I voluntarily went to places like Beirut, Dili and Jakarta just to look around.
I am looked upon as callous when I sniff at people in USA talking about the “ghetto” they grew up in. That situation being post WWII row houses in places like Watts or South Gate CA. or in some section 8 deal in Santa Ana. Yeah….real poverty. I’ve been to places where the residents would offer up both nuts to live in the garages in most of those areas and consider it decadence.
You’ve met my wife, Joel. She was born in a grass house.
Up until I made it change her brother lived in a cinder block shack with a roof that looked like it was used for gunnery practice where slugs would crawl up the walls during typhoons.
He makes about $4 a day standing armed security when he can work and considers that a pretty decent living all things considered.
This guy’s story is not foreign to me when he relates his bar girl friend not wanting him to see her digs. I was never allowed to see the inside of that brother in laws house for years because he was ashamed of it.
Most people in USA have no clue how good they have it or why.