Yesterday I wrote about Generation Snowflake’s entitlement mentality. They are entitled to respect. They are not to be criticized. They deserve your consideration, despite having achieved nothing and not having earned a shred of the recognition they’re receiving, advanced by astroturfing, opportunistic gonads who are using these clueless dancing chimps to further their political goals.

Generation Snowflake is indeed a disaster, but these kids are a symptom of a bigger problem.

They are raised on social media. They believe that the weird cyber stalkers who “follow” their Twitter, Instagram, and other social media feeds somehow translate into success, and they are convinced that their social media “success” (read: bunch of creeps who furtively pursue them from their parents’ basements) should translate into fame and fortune.

Sorry, Generation Snowflake, but that’s not real life.

Take the strange case of Lissette Calveiro. The 26-year-old spent tens of thousands of dollars, got herself into untenable debt, and has ruined her financial life because she wanted to be an Instagram star.

Her expenditures trying to cultivate the perfect looking life were enormous, with $200 monthly shopping sprees so she’d never show the same outfit, and a monthly splurge on a designer item like a $1,000 Louis Vuitton purse or an accessory from Kate Spade.

On top of that, she had to show she traveled.

She says her biggest travel expense was a $700 round-trip ticket to Austin, Texas, for a Sia concert in 2016.

Calveiro felt the pressure to travel somewhere every month like Las Vegas, the Bahamas and Los Angeles in her social media quest to appear the jet-setter.

‘Snapchat had these [geo-] filters [like digital passport stamps] and I wanted to collect at least 12,’ Calveiro said.

While she did some travel for work, Calveiro said, ‘If you break it down, a lot of the travel I was doing in 2016 was strictly for Instagram.’

The social media culture that encourages Generation Snowflake to put their entire lives out there for the world to see is destroying lives.

These kids have no real achievements, so they feed their ginormous egos – fueled by their parents and society convincing them how special and unique they are, and how they’re entitled to the best of everything, despite having done nothing to have earned said everything – by putting their entire lives on the world wide web and seeking validation from strangers in lieu of actual accomplishments.

They are empty shells, but they feel they are entitled to attention and fame, and they ruin their lives by seeking it.

Much like Emma Gonzalez and David Hogg from Parkland, who used tragedy, uninformed histrionics, and ignorance to advance their fame and prominence, while spewing unmitigated, ignorant garbage and doing little to mitigate their lack of understanding of policy, history, and common sense.

I find it disheartening that the kids of today are so vapid and vacuous, that they feel obligated to fill the void with social media presence, and that opportunistic adults are helping them perpetuate their delusions of grandeur in an effort to advance their political agendas.

That said, the exploitative swine aren’t the only problem.

Take these two ignorami. Tanner Broadwell and Nikki Walsh left their jobs and everything they had to buy a boat and sail the Caribbean.

They said they purchased the boat for $5,000 and spent another $5,000 preparing it for the voyage while living at Mar Marina in Tarpon Springs. They told the Tampa Bay Times that all their possessions, as well as their entire savings, went down with the ship, leaving them with about $90 in cash, his ID and her cellphone.

The 26- and 24-year old respectively sold everything they had, and with no experience (or insurance, for that matter) set sail. To live out their dreams… or something.

And now, they have a GoFundMe fundraiser set up to help them get back on their feet.

That’s right. They’ve set up a crowdsourcing site to beg others for money to mitigate their stupidity and lack of common sense, and you know what? A bunch of idiots have donated nearly $16,500 – way over their $10K goal.

Moreover, some idiot sold them an even bigger boat to destroy for $1, so they can try living the dreams they haven’t earned in their 26- and 24-year lives.

Tanner Broadwell and Nikki Walsh are getting money for being morons. There, I said it.

And if you’re wondering why Generation Snowflake feels so entitled to everything without actually earning it, you have only to take a look at Broadwell and Walsh.

Generation Snowflake is being consistently told that they should reach for the stars and live their dreams. What they’re not being taught is that no one is obligated to fund those dreams – that they have to work for their ambitions – that their desires are not a claim check to others’ earnings.

The Internet is not helping with this.

Crowdfunding has become the new fad for the tin cup-rattling hobo.

In recent years, we’ve seen morons send money to a campaign to send a TARDIS into orbit. Dr. WHO fans spent nearly 90,000 on the project, which has yet to launch or even update its contributors about the progress.

Some Brits raised stupid amounts of money – something like $13,000 –  to build a giant, inflatable “sculpture” of Lionel Richie’s head.

And this social justice zealot freak is trying to raise $15,000 to help her move to Wakanda.

Yes, that Wakanda.

See she’s tired of America, so she wants Americans to fund her delusional journey to an imaginary country, where there is no Trump and no working your way to success.

I’m tired of having Donald Trump as President. T’Challa is way better. Help me move to Wakanda.

I’m tired of companies wanting 3 degrees, 12 years of experience, and only offering to pay $12/hr. Help me move to Wakanda!

I’m tired of black angst over real issues being dismissed with dumb sayings like “White lives matter.” Help me move to Wakanda!

I’m tired of privileged folks obsessing over their imaginary oppression. Help me move to Wakanda!

I’m destined to be a part of Dora Milaje! Help me move to Wakanda! (Might want to lose some weight and get into shape before you try to join the Wakandan special forces, Snowflake.)

Luckily, this snowflake’s mission to Wakanda was too stupid for even the Internet to fund. To date, she’s raised $50 of her $15,000 goal, with most probably contributing in order to be able to comment about just how imbecilic this freak is.

But other efforts to crowdfund lazy people’s desires have met with resounding success.

Another entitled Snowflake got the Internet to give her a new laptop – an expensive one – so she could finish college and graduate (I guess the library was right out) – and indulge in some computer gaming, ostensibly to help her feel better about her health and financial issues.

The sister of racist murderer Dylann Roof decided to ask the Internet for money to fund her wedding, because she was a victim, you see. Her brother ruined her wedding, you see. So she deserved a nice wedding, right?

And some Snowflake who didn’t feel like working for a living, asked the Internet to help her travel the world to the tune of $10,000.

This is a problem. Generation Snowflake is being taught that they don’t have to make an effort to earn their way to their dreams. They only need to ask, and there will always idiots out there who will be willing to oblige.

They don’t know how to budget.

They don’t understand the concept of balancing their checkbooks.

They don’t get the value of a dollar.

And they don’t care to. Why should they, when idiots with political agendas or bleeding hearts, will pay their way to “success” and recognition? Why should they bother working, when all they have to do is rattle a tin cup for their alleged plight?

They would much rather flog their ostensible “victimhood” and have idiots fund it for them. Good work, if you can get it.

What is today’s society teaching Generation Snowflake? They don’t have to learn, work, or achieve. They merely have to ask and put their lives out there for everyone to ogle, and they will get their acclaim and their money.

And when the Internet’s attention invariably turns to some other freak show, they will be left standing their with their pants down, their thumbs in their mouths, and their empty little paws outstretched for some spare change and some recognition.

Let’s hope they learn that lesson early in life.