Iwannaplato wrote: ↑Fri Nov 10, 2023 4:43 pm
Immanuel Can wrote: ↑Fri Nov 10, 2023 4:03 pm
But you'll still have no justification for anger at God, then;
You've decided that Gary has no justification for anger at God.
Well, Gary's male, able-bodied, white, educated, at least somewhat athletic, at least reasonably intelligent, has a computer, has leisure activities, has an income...
This puts him in at least the top 10% of the world's wealthy and privileged. But it's not the first time I've seen privilege result in bitterness and misery.
To answer the other part of your question, let me tell you about two places I've been.
One is a small village in the hills of Honduras. They are at least 30 km off anything you could call a decent road, behind some mountains. When we arrived, they asked, "How did you find us? Even our government doesn't know we're here." They have a cluster of a dozen huts, and two cinder-block structures. There's no electricity, no cars, no lights at night. They were without clean or running water, at least until we came.
They had no dental care, no medicine (yes, we got them some), and very little schooling. Their diet was extremely limited...subsistence stuff. Their clothes were as neat as they could make them, but basic and with only a couple of changes per person. Their houses had clay roofs (we got them tin). They didn't have basic digging tools (we got them some). They had no stores nearby at all. They lived mostly off the land. They spoke no English, just their own rural Spanish.
These people were happy, personable, sociable...and astonishingly generous. Having nothing, they would share anything. And grateful -- any kindness you showed was not just met but surpassed by their generosity of spirit.
There is no way Gary has anywhere near so many things going against them as these Hondurans had. And yet, they were joyous, kind, loyal and generous. I was privileged -- and humbled -- to have had the chance to walk among them, and have been happy every time I returned.
Then there's the other place I went. It's called Los Angeles, but it should be called "Lost and Angry." There are more people there per square mile who fit into the category "rich and beautiful" than in any other place on Earth, perhaps. Yet the place is filled with entitled, bratty, self-important, ignorant types, who regard anybody who lives beyond the tetons, their tiny hills, as if they were nobodies, nothings and deplorables. Everybody, they believe, wants to be them: they are the pinnacle of human existence, they think. They drive expensive cars, live in lavish mansions, ignore the ghettos in their southern areas, and bask in global envy.
There's any number of spiteful, corrupt, selfish, greedy and debauched types there, and you can smell it in the culture. Nowadays their streets are full of tent-camps, needles and excrement, and still they promote the polititicans and policies who have taken their climate paradise and turned it into an open sewer. But still, there are millionaires and billionaires on every side there, and people keep coming, even thought the native residents are trying to escape.
I couldn't wait to leave.
Now, you ask who has a right to complain, and who does not? Well, those who might claim the right don't; and those who have no justification in doing so, do. What does that tell you?