These little bastards sit in their basements typing away on mass produced computers, eating corporation produced Hot Pockets and sucking down some corporation's beverages. They sit in such comfort, not straining a finger, much less break their backs just trying to survive as they do in non-western nations. Yet because they aren't able to snap their fingers and have every whim catered to, they decide that it must be capitalism in the way of their complete comfort.
The little bottom feeders are insatiable. It's never enough, and they don't see a problem giving government the power to take away from everyone else, so that if they aren't necessarily the recipient of those seizures, at least everyone else will be as miserable as they are.