You enter your phone number. You get a call a few seconds later. You hear a recording of a drunk-sounding guy who extols the pleasures of drunk-dialing people who piss you off. You are connected to the office of a random member of Congress. You yell at the receptionist, preferably while drunk, although nobody is testing your BAC. The receptionist hangs up on you. You have just participated in the great experiment known as democracy, as envisioned by our frequently drunk Founding Fathers.