Seth wrote: Nonsense. Labor accepts as wages and benefits exactly what they think their labor is worth. If they undervalue themselves, the business owner is under no moral obligation to pay them more than they agree to be paid. Any business person who pays less and still gets employees to work for him is simply reflecting the true value of the labor involved. Marxism falsely maintains that the worker is "exploited" by not being paid the full value of his work, but that's a false claim because the value of one's labor is worth what some employer is willing to pay for it, no more. The more valuable the labor is (i.e. the more skilled the laborer) the more his work is worth, and the more the employer has to pay to obtain it in a free market.
The value of labor is set by free market forces and varies with the skill set required for the job and the market for laborers with that skill set. Nothing exploitative or coercive about it. A laborer wishing higher wages has only to make himself worth more on the market by improving his skill set.
I wish you hunger. Not the uncomfortable belly ache. The hunger that makes you a walking zombie, impairing your focus and your thoughts, doing the movements just from will power.
I wish you sickness. Not a cold. The maiming sickness that come from polio, leprosy, or the weaking of suffering dozens of infections.
I wish you the panic of seeing your beloved ones maimed and at your helpless care, dying in pain covered by flies. I wish it happens to you as a child, that you have to sell yourself for sex and die from hepatitis and violence as a teenager, or to die from lungs disease into a mine, just to feed your AIDS dying mother. I wish you the desperation of trying to find something. ANYTHING to eat. Of finding a simple antiseptic, of finding help.
As a father, to see your children fade away because you just can't find enough to feed them. To have to abandon them, or sell them, or kill them. I wish you will bury your babies with your own hands watching the stray dogs that will unbury and eat them.
I wish you to be a victim of war. And having your body mutilated as a collateral damage, and finding yourself homeless and disposessed drinking from puddles trying to find your family.
And I wish that it will all happen with the chance of looking at you or someone like you and listening to those same words.
I have lived the last 10 years in developping countries. Your words have nauseated me. I really wish that I would be religious and have the comfort of believing that you would suffer the above in a next live.