Standard U.S. City

Now let us visit a standard U.S. city. Here we are. What do we find? There is nothing but poverty. Dead bodies riddle the ground. It smells like trash. There is no shelter; everyone is either comatose or illiterate. Let’s take out our intelligence tester and check the reading: The median IQ is 71. There is nothing to do but wallow in despair. Everything is decaying, wasting away and crumbling down. No one here has the proper sexual preference. Even if you openly brandish a blade to protect yourself, you will get mugged in broad daylight. And they will steal your newborn. It’s known as the murder capital. All the walls are bloody. I recently heard a politician say that, as long as we’re forever at war, we should use this place to test out new bombs; because no one would miss it, if it got blown up. It’s extremely dirty, and the stench is unbearable. Drug dealers are everywhere, drooling and winking. The worst location you have ever seen. “For medical reasons, it is dangerous to help the locals,” a sign says; “Stay back and stay alive.” This is a genuine wasteland. Instead of birds, there are rats. And no private toilets, for the entire place is an open sewer. People perform abortions, right out in public; then stray cats dash forth and guzzle up the mess. Despite this, however, every citizen gives birth to a large litter of starving children, all coated in mud.