Imagine this: little Taishi lives behind his shack with his mother, because his father has died of AIDS. He's only four and he's probably going to die of AIDS as well.
Or imagine Lema, a child of 14. He's infected with a virulent form of malaria.
Imagine Umami, a mother of four in Tanzania that is dying of sleeping sickness because she can't come up with the $4 per week to buy the medicine.
Then imagine this fuck, who takes the time out to polish 100 million porcelain seeds. Yes, you read that right.
My honest and only message to him: "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on."
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