john lennon once wrote, “a working class hero is something to be.” could michael douglas, that rich Catherine-Zeta-Jones-banger, be our mighty working class hero?

the ’90s say “yes.”

in this particular segment of the 1993 “middle class white man finally gets his revenge” film, falling down, michael douglas hates rich fancy-pantsers. this particular elite class of golf-clubbing, plaid-wearing, coin-gargling casharazzi have been dabbling in my fury for many a bitter year. oooooo, look at me — i’m a success — i did something with my life — ooooo-hoooo, shibbity dibbity dip-dee-dooo! you can take your ladder to success, break off a rung, and successfully sit on it… the hard way. and then earn $3 million a year for doing so.

if there’s one thing we can learn from falling down, it’s that us middle-classists have to put up with a lot of annoying and inconveniencing things, so thank god michael douglas is around to complain with shotguns and rocket launchers. sure, the poor are scraping together just enough to get by, but do they have problems getting breakfast after 11:30 AM? fuck no.

sucks to be us. but with michael douglas on our side, it sucks to be you.