Victory speech; the plastic toy at the bottom of a box of Cracker Jacks. There are few things on the planet that fill the air like a political victory speech, a septic tank, a fart in church or the aroma of bile in a detox center. When I was in the 4th grade I was nominated for class president, I was so excited and honored that my fellow classmates would entrust their future with a naïve neophyte such as myself. I was running against a girl so it would certainly be a landslide, or so I thought. I gave my speech and promised to serve the class to the best of my abilities and work endlessly to preserve their limited freedoms. I closed too little applause. My opponent began her speech with sweeping reform and great change; longer recesses, pop machines in the cafeteria, gum in classes, shorter school days, easier tests, all you can eat chips and pizza once a week. It was a landslide. Surprisingly none of those things happened, she did not shake up the teachers’ lounge, there was no pop in the cafeteria, recess stayed the same, the pizza delivery guy drove past the school and I gave up my gum the very next day. Within a week all was forgotten and forgiven, dodge ball was the order of the day while Mrs. Martin continued to pick 1st graders from between her teeth. Not much has changed since then; the promises are pretty much the same, 0.14 cent minimum wage increase, 2 more sick days a year and a plastic toy at the bottom of a box of Cracker Jacks. I wonder where that little girl is today….? I think her name was Hillary. =) go be amazing
Posted on: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 12:06:07 +0000
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