But if we put our pride aside, and look at it honestly, things really are pretty good, no?
Actually, no, no, it's not. There was a delightful analogy I thought up -- and has no doubt been expressed before -- that really puts forth the problem with that "Oh things aren't that bad" concept.
See, it's like this. When something (probably a particular power group) has been causing your ancestors to have their legs chopped off, you can't really legitimately say it's a good thing when whatever that cause is suddenly decides to only cut off your feet, or, (Rejoice!) your big toes. Maybe they decided on a whim, maybe your ancestors did their damnedest to gnaw on the cause's kneecaps or whatever, doesn't matter. You're still getting a foot chopped off.
Basically, it's not a case of "Pretty good," it's a case of "Not as bad as it could be." It's still net bad. Yes, other people have it worse, but that's not sufficient reason to say the situation is
good. In this case, the chance to become part of the problem isn't good reason for those suffering
due to the problem to rejoice and sing praise.