Last year I decided to run for student body president. The opposing candidate was a priggish, female, wiseacre student, who wore cute girl clothes that had been out of fashion ten years ago. In fact, I had gone on a couple of dates with this girl a few quarters earlier, but in the end she was upset after I did not call her back. A nasty campaign between the two of us ensued. She evidently had been really pissed off.
I could have been the next Mr. President, but alas it could not last. Some of my campaign mates were caught spying on my opponent at the Christina Applegate Hotel. It was called the "Peeping-Tom Scandal." I was forced to fire some of my greatest cronies because they were labeled as being “perverts.” The Boise twins had to go if I was going to stay afloat. Bob and Ronald were there names. They were not identical twins. Actually, they were not any thing close to being identical. Yet, they truly believed it so, and the rest of us who met them did not really mind pretending it was so, right along with them. They were kind boys, but they were also perverts. They had a real problem and I hated to dump them faster than a beer shit the morning after one’s twenty-first birthday, because these two twins sure could hand out those damn fliers. They were artists when they worked the campus corners.
Also, later that year, the media caught wind of certain peculations within my organization as well. For all those out there who do not know what peculate means, it means to embezzle. I had no idea about what that word meant and the happenings by my subordinates until I turned on the CNN that night. I had not been involved in either of the scandals, yet in politics, sometimes the blame goes straight to the top. It was a media frenzy, those sharks would not leave me alone, this time. I quickly dropped out of the public sphere, never to be heard from again. It was nice while it lasted, but the time had come for my short political career to be over.