America, buddy? We’re fucked. We’re either broke, beaten, or bullied every day we continue breathing. By cops, bankers, senators, that dude who runs TMZ, hack comedians, and racists. Each time you step out of your shitty apartment (Really dude, a mattress on the floor? What is this, Hezbollah?) you are assaulted by an angry mob of bummers. Billboards screaming that you’re too fat, magazines that assure you you’ll NEVER find a man, Policemen pulling you over because you’re young, and you’re black and your hat’s pulled low. It seems as bleak as ever right now. And no matter how loud your friend Brendan yells it at you while you’re drunk in a bowling alley, you can’t just march into every bank and investment office, yank out the top executives, parade them to town square, and execute them in front of their children.