It is time to abandon my position of the semiprofessional critic and jump into the melee, with hopes that my ideas and visions will be just what this campus has been waiting for.
Many moons have been spent in this very space denouncing the student body president post. It was tempting to do so again this week. But after some serious soul-searching, I decided I should put my money where my mouth is, practice what I preach and follow though on other fun cliches.
I've complained that our elected student officials do little to better the state of our campus, nay, to better our lives. Perhaps this is because the very nature of the post and those pursuing it are bogus. But maybe it's because the right candidates have not thrust themselves into the mix, making promises that will be kept, championing a voice that has not been heard thus far.
I now respectfully submit my campaign platform, complete with promises:
1. Change title from student body president to funkmaster general.
2. Add more muscle, beef to vice president post. Appoint Julius Peppers.
3. Have Lionel Ritchie perform at inauguration. Carrot Top will be on hand following the swearing-in.
4. Wear rainbow wig during all public appearances. Mandate that University administrators and Board of Trustees honchos follow suit.
5. During interviews with The Daily Tar Heel, will never refer to self in third person.