WHO THE HELL THINKS THAT THE AMERICAN DREAM IS DEAD?

So the New York Times wrote this article about a kid who just graduated college and can't find a job, so according to them the American Dream is dead. GRAFTON, Mass. — After breakfast, his parents left for their jobs, and Scott Nicholson, alone in the house in this comfortable suburb west of Boston, went to his laptop in the living room. He had placed it on a small table that his mother had used for a vase of flowers until her unemployed son found himself reluctantly stuck at home. The daily routine seldom varied. Mr. Nicholson, 24, a graduate of Colgate University, winner of a dean’s award for academic excellence, spent his mornings searching corporate Web sites for suitable job openings. When he found one, he mailed off a résumé and cover letter — four or five a week, week after week. Over the last five months, only one job materialized. After several interviews, the Hanover Insurance Group in nearby Worcester offered to hire him as an associate claims adjuster, at $40,000 a year. But even before the formal offer, Mr. Nicholson had decided not to take the job. Jesus, good thing they didn't write this about me... ____After his parents left to go to work son of fuzzy slept for several more hours. When he awoke he laid in bed until his morning wood went half-way down and then took his usual morning piss, an acrobatic stunt with the left-over driftwood. Then he went and sat in front of his Xbox and gamed with 10- 11- and 12-year olds from around the world; swearing at them, making them cry and telling them they're Mothers were sleeping with multiple ethnic partners when they would defeat him. ___The daily routine seldom varied. Mr. Fuzzy, aged 24 years, an alumni of several community colleges, and winner of nary scholastic awards, would then use his Dad's laptop to search the Internet's many pornographic sites. The flowers in his Mother's vase gently wept. Day after day, week after week. Wait until you hear what dinner time is like: But where it would really change, would be if someone offered me a job paying 40,000 dollars a year. I'd shovel shit in Hell for 40k! ok, maybe that's an exaggeration, but I wouldn't be turning it down then calling the New York Times to write a sob-story about me. Be a loser with some dignity...Nicholson. That's the New American Dream that idealists like you are trying to bury (hence the kick-ass paint workshop action up top). As of now, I kind of see myself as somewhere inbetween F. Scott Fitzgerald and Chazz from Wedding Crashers. Waiting for my dream job writing comedy to fall into my lap while doing absolutely nothing in terms of actually progressive effort. Aside from writing a blog which reaches, at least, 6 different people a week. Which is exhausting. So exhausting I'm going to go watch some porn and take a nap.