An interesting thing was sighted upstairs in the halls of Buchanan. Timkachu was sighted upstairs collecting the signatures for his reelection campaign.
The funniest joke candidates are the ones that don’t know they are joke candidates. I know that Tim ran an effective campaign last year, but I credit that not so much to any particular endorsement by the populace of his policies, but an amazingly coordinated campaign by one Rory Green. If Rory isn’t running his campaign this year, I expect to see a suspiciously Tim shaped splatter-mark on the electoral pavement of the Society. If she is, he’ll still lose, but just by not as much.
I was talking to someone about the office of the VP External the other day, and how it’s been treated this year. I really felt strongly about the office – I still do. I nurtured and tended the office during my term, like a little plant. A fern. And while I don’t think that Stef wasn’t really the best gardener, she didn’t destroy the poor little organism. Tim has, in my opinion, taken a giant jug of ammonia and poured it over the fronds. Or Draino. I, in all honesty, have difficulty thinking of ways that he could have been a worse executive. The plant is dead.
I will save my vitriol and scorn for the election. I actually like the fact that he’s running. His repudiation will be sweet.
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