A touching rags-to-riches story, and not the old-fashioned kind (like the one I wrote). This modern-day Horatio Alger doesn't have to rely on hard work, pluck, skill, brains, talent, or any of those other attributes that are nothing more than bourgeois social constructs, or myths. Things just fall in Hunter's lap because he's, well, Hunter. Heartwarming.

Michelle Malkin sure knows where to hunt for leeches...

Best job for Hunter: making license plates in the state pen.

We all know this happens but at what point does it cross the line? It would seem like this guy has a real problem and getting him high paying do nothing jobs is not helping.

The Aristocracy of Pull
Part II, Chapter II Atlas Shrugged non-fiction