After I graduated from college in the midwest, I moved to California for my first engineering job. Getting an engineering degree is really hard work and your first job out of school never pays much, but you do what you have to to get on the first rung of the ladder.
I went skiing in the Sierras and had the pleasure of sitting next to a guy on the lift who was in his mid 20s, just a couple years older than me. We got to chatting, naturally, about what we do. He was a welfare bum in the winter and summer and worked just enough in the spring to buy a new surfboard and in the fall to buy a new pair of skis and a season lift ticket. During summer and winter he lived off the government teat. After grinding out my engineering degree and working 70 hour weeks, I was ready to chuck him right out of the chair lift onto the rocks below. But I did restrain myself.
I can reliably trace my conservative core to that day (and a couple years later spending seven months in communist China).
But I did restrain myself.
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Too bad. We’re still supporting the moocher, I would bet.