Yes, there are. Europe too.

Everbody is living at the expense of everybody else.

That's called teamwork.

I'm pretty sure it's called dependency. See also: unsustainable.

Really? I was never forced into a team.

Tell you what, I'll stop taking from you, if you stop taking from me. Deal? No? Okay, well, I'll stop taking from you, anyway, and make it as hard as possible for you to take from me.

To some degree yes, while at the same time it isn't ...

When you're talking about services that everyone benefits from because they receive more from pooling their resources than by working on their own it is called teamwork; when you're talking about forcing one group to pay for a benefit of another group due simply because the group that benefits outnumbers the group that pays you're talking about tyranny of the majority.

It can be argued that everyone benefits from national security, emergency services, roads and infastructure, and public education and that these services represent teamwork; but when you're talking about programs like welfare that provide no long term benefit to anyone and force one person to pay for another this can hardly be called teamwork.

One of my favourite childhood folk-tales demonstrates this pretty clearly:

Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who lived on a farm. She was friends with a lazy dog, a sleepy cat, and a noisy yellow duck.

One day the little red hen found some seeds on the ground. The little red hen had an idea. She would plant the seeds.

The little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me plant the seeds ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog.
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat.
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. So the little red hen planted the seeds all by herself.

When the seeds had grown, the little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me cut the wheat ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog.
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat.
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. So the little red hen cut the wheat all by herself.

When all the wheat was cut, the little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me take the wheat to the mill to be ground into flour ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog.
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat.
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. So the little red hen brought the wheat to the mill all by herself, ground the wheat into flour, and carried the heavy sack of flour back to the farm.

The tired little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me bake the bread ?"

"Not I," barked the lazy dog.
"Not I," purred the sleepy cat.
"Not I," quacked the noisy yellow duck.

"Then I will," said the little red hen. So the little red hen baked the bread all by herself.

When the bread was finished, the tired little red hen asked her friends, "Who will help me eat the bread ?"

"I will," barked the lazy dog.
"I will," purred the sleepy cat.
"I will," quacked the noisy yellow duck.

"No!" said the little red hen. "I will." And the little red hen ate the bread all by herself.

And then the lazy dog, the sleepy cat, and noisy yellow duck called the little red hen a one percenter and hired a bunch of men with guns to take all her belongings and throw her in a gulag.

This would only be an apt description if the little red hen was merely the owner of the grainary, mill, and bakery, and took the majority of the profits from sale of the bread while doing next to none of the work.

Workers deserve a reward. Pencil-pushers with fancy financial titles, do not.

Yeah, they get a reward. It's called a paycheck.

How did the hen get all that capital? She worked hard beforehand, invested wisely, and reaped the benefits. Now she's providing jobs to the people in the grainary, mill, and bakery.

Neither do people who get a fancy but utterly worthless degree in Medieval Russian Architecture.

The thing is, someone with a vested interest and moral authority (i.e., shareholders) decides what those pencil-pushers get paid. The spoiled rotten Occutards advocate violence to get what they want. And their logic is fairly impeccable. After all, if throwing a tantrum has always worked on mommy and daddy, why shouldn't it work on Uncle Sam?

She lucked out, probably inherited it from papa rooster, or had some connections, education, reaping the benefit of knowledge and techniques that she more than likely did not devise.

Which is not to say she is more indebted to society than society is to her. Mutual dependence, or teamwork. The rich pay for the building blocks for their prosperity and the prosperity of others, by keeping living standards elevated for all. The poorer contribute the labor to make it possible.

Mutual dependency = teamwork.