Happy Am I

I have this crazy professor. He talks more about being in a special forces unit in the Amazon than he lectures. Anyways, he lived amongst the Whappashani (spelling most certainly wrong) Indians for 16 months. He described their culture and lives. I have never been so thankful to live here in America. The women in their tribe have babies without any kind of drugs and without any help whatsoever from anyone. To clean the newborn they lick it just like animals do and they cut the umbilical cord with a shell. After all this, they return to the fields to work all day, while the husband gets to rest for the next three days after the child is born. Then after returning from the field the woman cooks the man supper. Forget the society being sexist. They cut the calves of the men with a shell and rub salt in the wounds for six hours and if they cry out in pain they are not a warrior and if they are not a warrior they kill them. They drink masticated fermented banana beer and eat raw snake meat. They have worms living all up in their bodies. I'm very very very blessed and so terribly happy to have doctors, pain killers, Budweiswer, and Hot Pockets. There are very few Americans who have any sort of excuse to be anything but happy.