With John Edwards dropping out of the race today, The Hangover’s perfect record is intact. Since turning twenty, I’ve never supported a winning Presidential candidate. Edwards’ aim was true. Corporations and special interests do have a stranglehold on Washington. Jerry Brown won six states in the ’92 Primary Season running on a similar platform (and taking no contributions more than $100), and he was up against living legend Bill Clinton. Edwards delivered his message with passion, and The Hangover hopes that he does the right thing and gets behind the candidate whose beliefs are closest to his own, Barack Obama. Political expediency may dictate otherwise–and that’s when The Hangover’s outrage meter will hit the red-line.
Apparently, the American people are fine with Halliburton, Exxon, GM, Citigroup, Bank of America, etc.., dictating policy for the United States. Pretty soon, we’ll all be working at Burger King or Wal-Mart anyway. But at least the earnings-per-share numbers will look good. Who could ask for more?
The Hangover doesn’t get it. People refuse to vote in their own economic and political self interest. Are they spoon fed by the media? Has sugar rotted their brains as well as their teeth? Are we secretly being hypnotized by subliminal messages during The Simpsons and Desperate Housewives? Is there Kool-Aid being passed around that I’m missing out on?
These questions must be answered. To do so, The Hangover is going underground. For the next seven days I will infilitrate one of this country’s most insidious and underhanded large corporations. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to get word out while undercover. Short of a complete brainwashing, The Hangover will return on February 7th. Patti Hearst has yet to hear the worst of Hangover.
I like Edwards’ message, but I was never sold on the messenger. I find it hard to swallow class rhetoric from a PI attorney. I know, I know in the land of no government regulation it’s the litigator who watches out for the people. But those damn litigators always seem to drive big cars and wear expensive suits. Workers of the world unite indeed.
It’s a small world, after all …