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Sometimes I hate our species so much *NSFW disturbing images
Everyday, one billion people starve. That's almost equivalent to the entire population of North America and Europe combined. A scholar once called these starving people the 'un-people' because nobody cares about them because they're not like 'us'. Not only do we turn our backs on the un-people, their very own political and financial leaders turn their backs as well. Enough food exists to fill every belly several times over, but because somebody wants to make a buck, it goes uneaten
We cried when the towers went down and killed 3000 of our own. We shook our fists in protest, and sent in our troops to right the wrong, but we didn't even blink an eye when we killed 600,000 people just like us. Our small tragedy has become iconic, while many just like us suffer tragedy on an unfathomably colossal scale, and nobody even mentions them
I am ashamed to call myself human. What is so different from me and a teenager raised in Nazi Germany? What is so different from me and a Hutu who slaughtered his neighbors because they were Tutsi? What is so different from me and the Saudi Muslim who rapes his child wife because Allah's will be done? The answer is nothing is different. Mass atrocities are always committed by normal people because if they weren't, they wouldn't be 'mass'.
We live on a planet where billions of people who are just like us live in misery, but because we don't know what real misery is and we put it out of sight and out of mind, we are unable to empathize. It breaks my heart. We profess to be such a great species, we profess the moral high ground and intellectual superiority, we have all these idols on our side and all these achievements on our shelves. We are entertained, self-righteous, and fat, yet on the other side of the valley, they are unclothed, beaten, and frail. We pay no attention to them because if we did, we would find the truth so unnerving, and we would have to share some of their burden. But we are the lucky ones. We can ignore them, call it a day, and fool ourselves into thinking that our stupid little problems are real problems. I hate myself for caring about my problems. They are nothing, I know they're nothing, but to me, they're the world, and I feel like the world is sometimes out to get me. And then I feel stupid because many people who are normal just like me suffer through a literal living hell every day of their lives, and here I am wallowing in my own pity, lamenting the tiniest of stumbling blocks.
Part of me wants to abandon everything, move to one of these forgotten places, and help people the best that I can. But I know I would hate it because nothing I can give would alleviate the sorrow. And then another part of me is angry and hopes that we burn enough fossil fuels to char the planet because maybe then there would finally be relief for the billions and the perpetual generations of perpetual suffering. How fucked up is that I think the only solution for our species' problems is for our species to no longer exist? Everybody talks a big game, but for the entirety of human civilization, our most basic of problems have never been fixed. It's not like we're going to suddenly start fixing them some day
How dare we call ourselves a good, compassionate people. We are shit. Maybe you aren't, maybe I'm not, but our species is; and when things truly matter, we are a failure. We could one day invent light speed and a perfect moral philosophy, yet many innocents would still be imprisoned and tortured, many women would still be raped, and many 12 month old babies would still weigh 4 pounds because their mothers can't afford to eat



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