Sir;...Speak for yourself, Mr. Perfect... You get to be a tubin troglodyte because some poor slob is giving you wealth and free time by giving up his... That is not the hard part... The hard part to accept is that you, thinking you are perfect, are not improved by the life you take, or ruin, or make impossible... If you were a child, there would be some hope that you would grow up, but you are an adult so the only hope that you will ever mature is that you should have no choice but to see life as it is, by having to provide for yourself with you own labor... Other than that, for all your nonsense about perfection, you are not better than those you use, whose use you profit by... You are just like anyone else, far from perfect, but all the further from perfection because you think you are perfect...You might consider what it is like to jump through your butthol for some guy sweating every possible nickle and dime out of you, and then have him drop his guard and start talking about his big boat, or how much he lost in Vegas; and how that might feel...Some people are genetically averse to shared sacrifice... They ask it, and even demand it, but they never give it... Naturally, that sort thinks they are perfect, and I guess, in their way, they are. Thanks...Sweeney