COMMENTARY
By Michael Karolchyk
A month ago Mother nature took a big, wet, nasty and frigid dump on New jersey. I was outside shoveling furiously as the wind assaulted me from all sides when I saw my 13 year old neighbor outside playing in the snow. I asked the testosterone-deficient, pudgy cheeked boy if he wanted to make some extra cash and shovel my driveway. When I was this slacker’s age I looked at snow as a gift from gods; it wasn’t snowflakes but coins from the sky that would fill my pockets when I would shovel all my neighbor’s driveways.
The budding socialist said , “What do I need money for?”
Incredulous, I retorted, “Um, to buy things!”
The chubby shrugged his shoulders and said, “My mom gets me whatever I want and I have a credit card if I want to buy things.” Millennials …….. a generation of weak,…