Remember junior high school?
Remember when kids in the school identified candidates for student council?
Remember when those nominees were all recognizable, as in you either knew them from class, from the hall, from elementary school, or they happened to be a close friend?
Remember when those candidates would post campaign signs in the hallways and bathrooms? Remember how sometimes those signs had an innocent rhyme or pun in order to garner the vote of the undecided.
Remember when it was the day to vote? Perhaps you were all brought to the gym or auditorium and hands were raised. Perhaps everyone filled out a paper ballot during first period.
Remember when you voted for the school bully just so he wouldn’t punch you while you quaked and stood at your locker? Remember when you voted for that big dude in school because he was so proud of how many girls he fondled without their permission in the hallway? Remember when he was kicked out of class for making sexually suggestive remarks toward the young substitute? Remember when his dad came to the school and got him out of severe trouble? Remember when he joked with you in the locker room after gym about some alleged private sexual engagement between him and a female classmate?
Remember how you wish you had been that guy, and that you idolized him and thought, YEAH…this guy needs to be in charge?
Remember thinking that this is who represents all of the students’ moral goodness and intelligence?
Remember thinking that this is the guy at my school who, even though his past is a bit unsavory, will no doubt change any of his inappropriate behaviors and vocabulary once he’s elected?