The Wackemall Corporation had been Veggie's plan to fight the multinationals. The first product they made was the world famous Wackemall Machete. Millions were sold and millions more were on back-order awaiting construction of new plants. The second product was to be the Wackemall 750 but upon going public the multinationals bought up the majority of shares in the company resulting in a hostile takeover that ousted Veggie H Stalker from the very company he'd founded.
Veggie had planned to use his profits from the company to wage war on the Multinationals with an army of freedom food fighters and healthy living paid mercenaries armed with Wackemall Machetes who raced through factory farms on Wackemall 750s cutting down everything in sight before it could be harvested in much the same way Veggie and I had done on our own years later. Just the two of us did enough damage that the entire world's spy networks cooperated to track us down-- imagine what a few hundred or a few thousand green warriors could have accomplished. We could have won, that's what.
But alas, it wasn't to be. When the corporate raiders took over they scrapped the Wackemall 750 factory before a second motorcycle or even a spare part could be made and recalled the Wackemall Machetes claiming a non existent product safety defect. Seems, if used improperly it was possible to cut off parts of your own body with your Wackemall Machete. And the Consumer Product Safety Commission gladly went along with the recall. It's a freaking knife for gosh sakes! Only Veggie, myself and a few others hung on to our trusty Wackemall Machetes. I still have mine until this day.
Wackemall is still in business today and they still have the legal rights to use Veggie's name and likeness to market their products but I promise you, Barridogs and Barricats, Wackemcards, mental health services to vampires, werewolves and mummies, Baragoats, Baracows and Wackemelves? Those are not the sorts of Wackemall Products Veggie H Stalker would have ever wanted or allowed his company to make. If there ever was an entrepreneur who put people over profits it was my friend, Veggie. If those were the people who were behind this so called, talking motorcycle, I was determined to find them and expose them for the frauds they had become even if I had to die to do it.
But after all these many years I had yet to do a thing.
Continue to First Ride.
Veggie had planned to use his profits from the company to wage war on the Multinationals with an army of freedom food fighters and healthy living paid mercenaries armed with Wackemall Machetes who raced through factory farms on Wackemall 750s cutting down everything in sight before it could be harvested in much the same way Veggie and I had done on our own years later. Just the two of us did enough damage that the entire world's spy networks cooperated to track us down-- imagine what a few hundred or a few thousand green warriors could have accomplished. We could have won, that's what.
But alas, it wasn't to be. When the corporate raiders took over they scrapped the Wackemall 750 factory before a second motorcycle or even a spare part could be made and recalled the Wackemall Machetes claiming a non existent product safety defect. Seems, if used improperly it was possible to cut off parts of your own body with your Wackemall Machete. And the Consumer Product Safety Commission gladly went along with the recall. It's a freaking knife for gosh sakes! Only Veggie, myself and a few others hung on to our trusty Wackemall Machetes. I still have mine until this day.
Wackemall is still in business today and they still have the legal rights to use Veggie's name and likeness to market their products but I promise you, Barridogs and Barricats, Wackemcards, mental health services to vampires, werewolves and mummies, Baragoats, Baracows and Wackemelves? Those are not the sorts of Wackemall Products Veggie H Stalker would have ever wanted or allowed his company to make. If there ever was an entrepreneur who put people over profits it was my friend, Veggie. If those were the people who were behind this so called, talking motorcycle, I was determined to find them and expose them for the frauds they had become even if I had to die to do it.
But after all these many years I had yet to do a thing.
Continue to First Ride.
