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= = =World of Weenies=

Living in America is really great. And no I don’t mean America is the best country to grow up in, because it’s just not. It’s just a great opportunity to live in a first world country. We’ve all heard the #firstworldproblems that aren’t even necessarily a problem; just a complaint. I’ve never really understood those kids hat complain because they didn’t get the new iphone for christmas, or because they’re parents grounded them for doing something their not supposed to. Well not everyone has your luck of having an iphone, or having a dad that comes home at the same time. If the worst part of your life is having your parents come home and not praise your perfectness every minute, and not tell you you’re the best son or daughter in the existence of all living beings, your life is pretty FANTASTIC. All I have to say is that most of us are weenies compared to those that don’t have as great opportunities as us.

A couple months ago my grandma in Mexico was diagnosed with breast cancer. And for you that have been to mexico, you know it’s not such a great place to live being a third world country and being corrupt as hell. After her surgery, dare I say, she was sentenced to 5 months of chemotherapy. After her last session of chemotherapy she went home to her house and was stung by a scorpion. First of all, I didn’t even know there were scorpions in mexico because I’ve never been there, and second of all how did the scorpion even get in her house? My grandma lived, after a scorpion stung her, after chemotherapy when she had the slightest amount of an immune system, while is the care of what they call “health specialists” in Mexico, which honestly don’t seem like they know what they’re doing. For some odd reason she didn’t call my dad when my dad has always been the person to provide my grandma with proper medical care. My dad didn’t find out until a couple days later when she was finally released from the hospital. Despite living in a third world country, my grandma has never complained. So what I’m left saying here is that america is filled with a bunch of weenies.

Yes you’re all weenies, complaining about receiving the iphone 5C for christmas instead of the iphone 5S. Yes you’re a weenie because you complain because you’re dad went to his lake house without you for the weekend. You’re a weenie for complaining that Mr Geib left us 4 blogs due by the end of this week. If you don’t like horror stories I suggest you leave the room now or cover your ears. To exemplify that you have it great here I want to tell you about something that happened a couple weeks ago to the daughter of my mom’s friend. A couple weeks ago this young lady was going to Mexico to visit for her cousin’s quinceanera. Going from the US to mexico, the class type is very distinguishable. This woman got kidnapped. The kidnappers called her parents and asked for $20,000 for the release of their daughter. The parents feeling they could fool the kidnappers said, “we only have $10,000. Will you take that?” the kidnappers of course accepted and claimed they would return their daughter to their relatives 8 days after receiving the money. The 8 days passed and there was a knock on the door of the the relatives this young lady had come to visit. There on the front step laid the top half of the stolen women. Half the money. Half the body. Not to mention that this happened a couple blocks away from where my parents used to live.

Now this isn’t a one time situation that occurred. These “secuestros” have happened for a long time, and is now more of a business. Some people escape, some people are bought back, and some don’t make it out alive. Many people probably ask “why don’t they just call the police?” You CAN’T call the police. They’re corrupt, and will most likely ignore your breached sense of security because they’ve set up an agreement with the indisputable criminals. Many people would rather face injustice, then call the police.

Many of us complain about late nights studying, or a long wait at In’n Out, or even something like a girl wearing the same prom dress as you. I’m not saying you don’t have the right to complain. I’m just saying, you should watch what you complain about. In the America I grow old in, I want to see less individuals complain on twitter, and a greater fraction of communities show gratitude for their chance to live in the “land of the free.” I want to see more people acting, instead of nagging. I know that my parents did not have the opportunities I had growing up, and my grandparents could only dream of attaining what I do.So shut up. Write your blogs with effort. Take all your finals, and continue living in that fantasy land many wish they had. And by the way, man tanks don’t look good unless you’re Chris Evans.

=Cite Your Sources=

My parents, and their relatives in mexico