During my time in Honduras I had the opportunity to spend a few days in some villages in the interior of the Mosquito Coast, which are inhabited by the Miskito and Pech people who speak a language not at all similar to Spanish. I spent most of this time in a village called Las Marias.
The reality of the place is a dirt poor village where everyone is more or less equally destitute. Clothing often consists of American discards, most vividly demonstrated by a man who appeared to be in his 50s wearing a shirt that said "Cheerleading is my passion." When the sun goes down any subsequent activity has to take place by candlelight. The village pulpería -- general store -- sold about 10 items mainly consisting of candy, cookies, tomato paste and Colgate. A sudden flood from the river overflowing its banks -- as happened recently -- can wipe out crops and make an always precarious existence even more so. The one room hovels that most people live in do an adequate job of keeping out the rain but also trap smoke from cooking, harming indoor air quality. The list of deprivations is seemingly endless.
The point is that, contrary to what some leftists would have you believe, is that being poor is not virtuous or something to be emulated. Such people live this way because they have few other options. To either laud such an existence or promote policies that would reduce our consumption or standard of living is absurd. We've spent the majority of the human experience trying to raise ourselves up from such a lifestyle, and anyone who advocates a return to it or even a move in that direction deserves our ire.