It's not about resources but about compassion. There's a very clear reason why you suffer from a dearth of both and feel the need to pillory anyone who doesn't accept your preferred lifestyle of underachievement. There's a picture in my living room -- yes, evil me, I have one -- of a long coal train passing beneath a bridge in remote Appalachia. On the bridge is a battered, rusty sign identifying a tiny town like so many in that region gripped by poverty for longer than you've been drawing breath. It's home. You have no standing to lecture me or anyone else about the real world.