Think it through!!!

I just saw that advert where the voice-over bloke says, “If you give a man a fish, he can feed himself for a day. If you give him the means to catch his own fish, he can feed himself for a lifetime.”
What a load of bollocks!
Correct me if I’m wrong, but most of the world’s hunger problems come from a lack of water, and unless evolution has taken a quantum leap forward that’s just about the most important thing needed for fish to survive. I’ve never seen a famine appeal where they say the crops have failed because the fish are hogging all the water. Or one where they say, “This little girl has to walk 5 miles every day to get clean water…because the fucking fish keep shitting in the river next to her house.”
I can just imagine some bloke who’s just been given a fishing rod hurrying off to the river. He casts out and sits himself down on a rock as he waits for the fish to bite. His mouth waters as he imagines the magnificent banquet to come. He’ll make Cod a la Mornay, Trout with a fennel and butter dressing, maybe even fish and chips.
The fact that his fishing hook is lying on a cracked, sun-baked riverbed that hasn’t seen water in months doesn’t really register with him.
Five hours later, he’s still waiting for his first bite. His culinary ambitions have become more modest now. If he catches a fish now, he will just bite into the bastard as soon as it’s out of the water.
His mate, Tom comes along and says, ‘Hey, Steve – how’s it going?’
‘Crap,’ Steve replies. ‘Fucking fish aren’t biting.’
‘I know what you mean, mate. I was here all day yesterday and didn’t catch a friggin’ thing.’
‘You’ve done all right today though, mate,’ Steve says, noticing the large fish in Tom’s one hand and the fishing rod in the other. ‘Where did you catch that one? It’s a beauty.’
‘Oh, this?’ Tom says, holding up the fish. ‘Some charity bloke came up to me and asked if I wanted the fish, to feed me for a day, or the rod, to feed me for a lifetime. So, I just twatted him and took them both.’