Good Morrow, my allegiant constituents.
Just as the feeble, celestial object we have called earth for 365 thousand days (and will call Earth for 105,192 more) gyrates around our gracious star, as our aquatic reservoirs evaporate, condense, and precipitate in revolution, so too, does our benevolent society change.
Let’s take a walk down the reminiscent road, shall we?
Since the very beginnings of juggler’s kind, around 2008 A.D (1 A.J.), The Benevolent Society For The Propagation Of Assorted Tomfoolery And Other Sorts Of Peculiar And Otherwise Absurd And Baffling Nonsense has seen some specific number of parliamentarians pass through our Wall Garden Gates. Vibrations have flowed through numerous auditory nerves. Scientific innovation has shaken the lives of jugglers galore. New Orleans has been revolutionized with the never-before-seen establishment of bicycles and their caretake. We have propagated at levels unapproached (and likely admired) by the American Army Corp. Agricultured crop ripen under the gleam of Louisiana sunshine. Rooks have quivered under the sorbefacient rule of a tyrannical king.
And as more recent reforms have allowed, Sensations have heightened to acoelous magnitudes, and lore-keeping methods have straightened the sights of strabismus. ..
Lest not forget our long line of presidencies, who forged the path of whimsy we walk still.
BUT!!
There is whisper….
Whisper of new beginnings. Listen closely, dear triskelion, do you hear it?
w o o o o shhhhhhhhh
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ons march 29….
elections……
Elections…..
No, your reading peepers do not decieve you, nor do the whispers of the befallen parliamentarians. The cycle of life prevails in a world turning heliofugal. Our reign as your benevolent, beloved parliamentarians is one approaching its denouement (or is it?)
Though you may feel compulsed to weep for the fall (or continuation?) of our peripetic reign, fret not my children. For when one reign ends….well, you tell me.
TIS TIME!
For YOU. yes, YOU. To decide where our future leads us. With the glory of our 18th year on the horizon, I see opportunity in the undiscovered. Possibility in the mysterious.
Ever wished to trade a pawn for a rook? To be a cultivator of the Guacamole Forest? To put the city of New Orleans on wheels? To cogitate in the upmost impractical of manners?
It’s your time to prove yourself.
If you’re feeling brave, inspired, or even jatriotic at the seventh hour on a Monday evening, I implore you.
Take the risk and announce your benevolent (?) candidacy!
By announcing your parliamentary platform, you will be officially in the running to lead this fray to complete and utter world domination fully legal and normal future plans.
The world is your oyster, you can do whatever you put your mind to, and beware the gnomes. We are watching you.
May the odds be ever in your favor (jk this isn’t the hunger games)
Your democratically elected minister of Strabismus (for the time being), Emma