I Live in the United States, and I, Roosevelt, Don't Eat Beef!

My name is Roll Roosevelt. He died in 1934, the year after President Roosevelt took office. I thought I died on the eve of the true rise of the United States. Waking up again, there was no Great Depression, no Prohibition, just an America of power that I didn't recognize. And I am a person who has long been buried in history. Watching the sickle of capital used by the United States against the people at the bottom, it turned into a killing line, harvesting everyone's lives one after another. This was not the United States that Roosevelt wanted. History has erased me, time has forgotten me, but I have a thread that can control others. This time, I don't want to die quietly. I'm going to take the stage and redefine this country in my own way. Later, I became the mad dog scolded by the capitalists, the frenzy of public opinion, and the swordsman of the United States - Rolle Roosevelt.