The trouble is, you don't know who yer dealin' with now. Useta be, you knew WHO you was dealin' with, but now it's just some poor sap at the end of the phone line who gets paid a lousy salary to do a lousy job, and the person really givin' the original orders ain't reachable. They are livin' in a mansion somewhere and partyin' with the other billionaires at the golf club or gatherin' at Bohemian Grove or somethin'.

Useta be you could shoot yer way into Capone's clubhouse...if you had the firepower and the guts...but now no one even knows where the clubhouse is!

When I get elected, I will find the bosses. I will smoke 'em out from their corporate hideaways and their offshore party palaces. I will send in the FBI, the CIA, and the Marines and drag them hotshots outta their hidey-holes and put 'em up in fronta Congressional indictment. The fur is gonna fly. Heads are gonna roll.

- Chongo