Mr. Graffin: My Uneaten Greens Are a Feast for Some, I Say

I just went two days without a substantive meal.  That's right: Fatty go hungry.  After two freaking days, I prepared for myself a meal I would never have previously considered eating and, guess what: It tasted great.

It takes me back to when I was a boy scout.  We went on this one hike that felt like forever.  At the end of the day, we made ourselves "hobo dinners."  Right up until now, that dining experience is still my fondest.  When I try to recreate it, I never succeed because I am not famished.

Here we are, the fattest, most abundantly fed nation in the known history of the world, and we can't get a decent meal.  The constant availability of relatively cheap, delicious food has driven our expectations to the point where we are difficult to satisfy and impossible to wow.

So, when I listen to the Bad Religion song "Quality or Quantity" - which I often do - and I hear Mr. Graffin lament the woes of the poor folk who live on "just seventy cents a day," I am forced to wonder "Do they really have it so bad?"

My point is this:
Have no sympathy for people who are living off of "less than the cost of a cup of coffee" a day; they are eating better than we do.