Ah, election season. That special time when our millionaire candidates go out of their way to prove they’re just like us.
The average working-class folk.
It’s always heartwarming to see them drop into a factory or a fast-food joint for a good 20 minutes—just enough time to grab that perfect photo op or record a quick video.
Because, of course, nothing screams “I understand your struggle” like flipping a burger for the camera.
I was particularly touched recently when one candidate proudly proclaimed she once worked at McDonald’s.
Then, naturally, her opponent responded by saying it was a lie and promptly strolled into a McDonald’s himself for his own photo op.
You know, just to prove he’s down with the common folk too.
I don’t know what to believe anymore, but hey, whether you actually worked at McDonald’s back in the day or just went there for the photo op now, it’s all the same to me.
I don’t care if you worked there or you’re just there now pretending to be relatable!
If you did actually clock in at McDonald’s once upon a time, maybe you could remember how tough it was to hustle for a few dollars, barely making ends meet.
And if you didn’t, well, congratulations on mastering the fine art of pretending to care.
Because, in the grand scheme of things, that’s what really matters, right?
After all, we all know that nothing makes me feel more seen as a working-class voter than watching a multimillionaire politician serve a few fries before heading back to their air-conditioned campaign bus.
I can sleep soundly at night knowing you really “get” what it’s like to work 12-hour shifts to keep the lights on, just because you spent 20 minutes doing a meet and greet at the drive-thru window for a camera crew.
In the final analysis, whether you once actually slung burgers back in high school or you’re just making fries in front of me now for a quick PR stunt, you’re doing exactly what politicians do best: pretending to be something you’re not.
So, I guess in a way, you’re doing the job perfectly—right in front of my face.
Because, when it comes down to it, that’s exactly what I want from a politician: someone who pretends to care about my situation—right up until the day they’re elected.
Then, who cares?
At least you got that golden social media moment. And that’s what really counts, right?
When Election Day comes around, I’ll be sure to remember those precious 20 minutes.
Because if there’s one thing that proves a politician truly understands the struggles of the working class, it’s spending just enough time to get a good photo before signing legislation to benefit Corporate America.
I guess a fry basket is easier to lift than actual change.
