I seem to have become quite cynical since arriving home. I'm not exactly proud of it, but I'm a bit tired of whining Americans, and their pervasive culture of fear.
I think I about lost it last night when, while flipping through Netflix, a service which allows millions of Americans to bath in endless episodes of Jersey Shore and culture-less programming while never leaving their couch, I found a Discovery channel show that sounded pretty cool. The concept, drop some snooty, rich, Americans off in the middle of nowhere and make them walk 70 miles. Out of the Wild Venezuela might as well be framed as the American version of Idiot(s) Abroad.
"This is going to be hilarious", I think to myself, my pack still laying in the corner, from my recent exploits through Europe. Of course there is no road, no path right? Of course there is, there's always animal paths, dry creek beds, etc... but these freaking idiots grab a machete and start carving their way through the middle of the brush. I'm sure I sound pretentious, but really, did they put an advert in the paper asking for people who "stupid and whine a lot?"
The first day they barely make it 5 KM, the second they can't even go another 3 km to their camp. The one tough-guy of the group, a ex-military, cuts his finger half way through the first episode and begins to rant how he might die from infection, but he will be strong and carry on. You're kidding me right? This is American adventure? It may not have been Venezuela high-country but I walked beside seventy-plus year old men and women with cancer, and a pregnant woman, through Spain and never heard one complaint from them.
Don't try this at home? America need to try more of this at home. They need to get off from their Lazy-Boy's and their Netflix. They need to stop idolizing Snookie, and stop their endless whining as their culture gets sucked into the luke-warm black-hole of dreams they never dreamt but were told to believe in, by those who wish to profit off your fear.
There's a whole world out there to live, and I find it sad that those who we choose to represent us on television are sickly, skinny, and polished when the broken, the ugly, and the humble would run circles around you and your expectations.