A Real American: The Voice of the People

Michael Caracciolo (aka The Kid From Brooklyn) proclaims himself to be 'The Voice of the People". Sure, he's comedic, but if you listen to him, I think he's saying what most of us are already thinking!

Mr. Caracciolo is down to earth but by no means humble. He is a typical American. Loud & proud! He's a hard-working guy and he's all about the working man! He's owned his own business for years but sometimes feels he should've been an actor. He's also an author. He alleges his book, "Go F*** Yourself", has sold over 50,000 copies. He's also slimmed down from 400 pounds to 200 pounds! This is a man with determination!

Can someone please tell me why this man isn't running for President? He should be! I'd vote for him in a heartbeat!

If you're unfamiliar with him, I've attached some videos on Mr. Caracciolo's views on topics familiar to all Americans.

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