Throw-in

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Grannies who die lonely and forgotten at home, people who drown in the Mediterranean, children who starve to death in Africa, or Afghans who are persecuted in their own country, and many other things, serve our luxury society at best as a stimulus for a little variety into the otherwise boring everyday life.

No sooner have you gotten really upset about something bad than your neighbor or a medium comes around the corner with a different kind of excitement. At best - because "it's supposed to be like that" or because the neighbor is looking - you might pull out your wallet and donate to one or the other, better still, you finally get rid of your own garbage from the basement or garage.

The only thing that counts is your own well-being and everything else is measured against it. We are all used to having everything served to us without any major problems, effort or even our own performance - because we are entitled to that! For whatever reason. And if something seems really unachievable for us, the next election is around the corner and you get that too - at least that's what we promise.

Aid organizations - no matter what kind - have long since mutated into pure excitement companions who "amuse" us more with their horror reports than they will ever do any good for others. Why should they?

Because without regular excitement, we would all have to think about our own existence and its transience, worse still, about what we have done with our environment or what human action we have neglected to do.

But before that happens, we'd rather get upset with others again, especially those who have more than we have, and also those who want what's always ours—ours alone!

That's the way we humans are and will probably always remain that way. Happy are those who live in places and times when the snot runs up their cheeks.

It's just a pity that there are fewer and fewer people who appreciate this happiness. The only good thing about it is that luck itself is very changeable!