Well, hell.
I didn't want to work hard picking tobacco all day in the Florida sun.
I didn't want to work hard at two different saw mills, manhandling long, thick, heavy slabs of rough-cut pine through an edger to cut out lumber, the first day almost passing out from heat exhaustion. I did it to put food on the table and it was one of the only jobs I could get commensurate with my experience and skill level, which was zero at the time.
I didn't want to work hard on the labor gang at the local phosphate mine, shoveling wet, powdered phosphate ore with the consistency of modeling clay all day in the same heat. Or cleaning out phoshoric acid tanks with a fire hose in freezing weather, crawling through muck to get inside, and spending hours banging on the sides with a ten-pound sledge to loosen the encrusted residue. But I did it until I had accrued enough seniority to bid on a better position. (And BTW, there was a powerful union there, but even they realized and accepted that there were shitty jobs that had to be done.)
I didn't want to work hard as a nursing assistant cleaning up shit, puke, blood and various other bodily secretions and excretions, and pulling at 300lb. stroke victims all day until my back felt like it was on fire.
I did all that, slowly working my way up the ladder, until I had obtained the formal education, in a field where there were actually jobs to be had, that allowed me more fulfilling work in which I used my mind more than my body, and was well-compensated.
Oh, and in the middle of all that, I managed to carve out five years to serve my country in the military, which wasn't exactly a cakewalk.
Throughout, I never "blamed" anyone for the fact that I had to work hard. Not my parents, not my employers, not POTUS, not "the rich." I accepted that my life and future were in my own hands and would be whatever I made of them. I surely didn't waste time ruminating over what kind of car my boss drove.
If I had it to do over again, I would have gotten my ass into college sooner. But the fact is, I have no real regrets. It built character and discipline and confidence. It made me more appreciative of the comforts and financial security I now enjoy.
You, DUmmy, are just one sorry-assed, yes, lazy MFer who wants it all dropped into your lap by someone else. Forgive me if my heart doesn't bleed purple piss for you and your "hard work" travails. Or don't. Either way, I don't give shit. Spend your life whining on a message board and waiting for the government to take care of you and see how far that gets you.