So Close, Yet So Far Away

We’ve all imagined it. We’ve all wondered what would happen if it ever came true.

The dapper man in the shiny suit steps up to the podium, crowds of people holding signs with his name written in stark, patriotic letters with subtext like “The Choice for a Better America!” The crowd cheers, he waves them a thankful hello. The noise quiets, he turns his mouth to the hive of microphones poised near his face. “Ladies and gentlemen,” He says, “I want to promise you that as soon as I take that seat in Congress, I will immediately forget each and every one of you. I will wipe clean my memory of kissing that small child. I will intentionally forget everything I said about lowering taxes, “investing in our children” and keeping jobs in America. I will pander and bow to whatever special interests can write the largest check, I will increase the tax burden on you and your families to pay for programs no one really thinks will actually work. The media will easily pressure me into never making a firm stand on any single issue. I will authorize more spending on public education than has ever been seen in history, while the quality of that education goes down the tubes. Hell, my kids go to private school, what do I care!?”

The crowd erupts in thunderous applause.

“Furthermore,” he will continue, “I’m gonna fuck every intern that walks through he door of my office, when I’m not balling those hookers, of course.” His wife, sitting only feet away smiles and waves to the audience. He will look directly into the nearest camera, give that practiced dramatic pause and say, “Hookers that you’re gonna pay for.”



The crowd goes wild, streamers fall from the ceiling, and the national anthem begins to blare on the loudspeakers, while he places his right hand against his heart, and left hand in his pants.

What if they told us what they really stood for? What if they just came right out and said what they were really gonna do, once they got there?

We were close. We were just so very close.

Jonathan Sharkey, also known as “The Impaler” has thrown his hat, or maybe his cape, into the ring of Minnesota politics. The reason this is noteworthy is that Mr. Sharkey will be the first gubernatorial candidate in Minnesota history that, in addition to being an avid hunter, is also a vampire. The more distressing fact is that this is not the first time this has happened in the U.S., thank you very much California and Florida.

Mr. Sharkey kicked off his campaign on Friday, January 13th (of course) and will be running on the platform of “Pure Evil.” According to Mr. Sharkey, “Unlike the other candidates, I’m not going to hide my evil side.”




It’s refreshing, isn’t it?

Mr. Sharkey’s goals include legislation that will allow the public impaling of terrorists, drug dealers, rapists and other criminals, as well as an increase in veteran’s benefits. While Mr. Sharkey worships the Dark Lord Satan, Devourer of Souls, Destroyer of Light and Spoiler of Milk, he states that he has nothing against Christians. “I don’t mind Christians at all,” he explains, “But God the Father is my mortal enemy.”

When I first read this article I was ecstatic. Finally a politician I can get behind, not because I share the peculiar views of the Vampires, Witches and Pagans Party, but because he actually says what he means. He’s a freak of nature, and I probably wouldn’t be able to stand ten minutes in his company, at least he’s honest.

Or so I thought.



Mr. Sharkey is currently in custody on charges of stalking and escape. At some point during the media hullabaloo about his idiotic Vampire Governor campaign, he made the comment that he used to a professional wrestler that went by the name Rocky Flash. A grossly underpaid Sheriff’s Department dispatcher recognized the name as an alias for a man wanted in Indiana, and he was promptly arrested.

I really don’t care about the stalking and escape charges, but I could never vote for a professional wrestler.