I’m not going to lie, I’m a little disconcerted this evening. The latest polls show Obama a point ahead of McCain, the first time he’s retaken the lead since the Republican National Convention.
Not that polls are all that accurate.
In this instance I hope that there’s a 10% margin of error, and that that margin favours McCain. I already have a first class ticket to London burning a hole in my travel agent’s pocket, so he’d better win, cause that shit ain’t cheap.
Hey, did you know that in a single year the number of people living on the edge of emergency around the world has doubled? That’s 220 million people.
Just thought I’d throw that out there. Don’t get me wrong, I have enough to eat, so it’s not like I spend a lot of time worrying about it. And as long as my soon to be ex-escort bride watches her figure then I don’t see any point allowing it to give me an ulcer. Seriously, I’m one man. What chance does one man have at finding happiness in this world growing beets in Southern Italy with an ex-European escort, let alone solving the world’s hunger problems?
I find it incredibly strange that there’s a fast food restaurant on almost every corner in the free world and yet there aren’t any in those places where people are starving. If you think about it from an economic standpoint it’s a win-win. Open 10,000 fast food restaurants in sub-Saharan Africa and staff all of them with people that need assistance – your customer base would be unshakable being that your employees, their families, the employees of other fast food restaurants, and their families, would eat every meal at fast food restaurants. I don’t really see what the problem is. Hell, if fast food can keep most of North America’s poor alive, and obese, then it can certainly do the same thing overseas. And let’s face it, obesity is a much easier problem to address than starvation.
I think I might have just inadvertently solved the world’s hunger crisis. Ulcer definitely averted.