The Election of 2048 (Rafe Cameron)

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The 2048 election was coming up soon. All these politicians were no good fossils. After the last few elections, I could barely stand to live in this damn country anymore. Someone needs to take action.

I was going to be that person. Like the old saying goes, if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.

So I stepped up to the podium and gave my speech.

"Hello, brothers and sisters... There's so many issues in this world right now. World War III has started on the other side of the world, making their way to us. We are having shortages, and no one's doing anything about it. Aren't you sick and tired of nobody taking action? Instead, their lazy asses are just sitting around in the fucking white house, acting like they give a damn in front of the public!"

Everyone started cheering.

"Well, ya know what I say to that? I say, we kill them all!"

Everyone cheered even louder. I felt a proud smirk arise on my face as everyone cheered me on. It felt good.

"Tch! Thank you, thank you. You're all too much.."

So yeah, then everyone started screaming anarchy and word about me got around. I turned on the news about a week or so later. The first thing I heard was:

"Good morning everyone! Breaking news! It seems like there's a clear favorite candidate for the united states president right now! Rafe Cameron! A man that only started his campaign about a week ago, already has fans. Gays, homophobes, men, women, people of all races and genders, basically all US citizens are supporting this sexy mother fucker." The newsman said. He wasn't wrong. My phone was blowing up too. Even my ex, Sophia was begging to come back to me.

The first thing I did was call Barry.

"Ayo, country cluhh. You gonna be the fuckin president, man?" He chuckled through the phone as soon as he picked up.

"Tch, yeah! I guess so."

"So why'd you call me? To rub in yo fame and tell me 'I told you so'?"

"Nah, dawg. I was actually wanting to see if you'd be the vice?"

"... Man, what?"

"Y'know like the vice president-"

"Yeah I know Rafe!"

"..."

"You crazy, man. But yeah."

"Sweet. Let's fucking show em how it's done."

I said as I hung up. The election was in about a week. That week, Barry and I started hanging posters all around the outer banks, and having people use us in advertisements. Barry got used in a foot massage ad on tv. It was fucking hilarious, especially cause his feet are so nasty.

The next week, I unanimously won the election. I was going to move into the white house! Let's fucking go. But there was one more thing I had to do first. I drove down Figure 8 for the last time, until I reached the Pogue mansion.

I saw Sarah sitting on the balcony. She stood up quickly, but her old hag back practically gave out as she did. "Rafe what the fuck!"

The other pogues ran outside, hearing my sister screaming. (Pope and Cleo looked the same, just more wrinkly and plump. Kiara dyed her hair completely black and had barely any wrinkles. JJ had a beard and mustache and wrinkles. Sarah was a saggy woman. John B was bald and wrinkly, and had denchers.)

"This is my big fuck you!" I yelled at them from inside my Bugatti. "Also, love the haircut, John B! It suits you!"

"You stupid bitch!" Kiara yelled at me. I hung my mouth open dramatically and furrowed my eyebrows.

"You're one to talk!" I yelled with a grin on my face.

"Why... you..." I heard JJ mumble as he made his way towards me, but he tripped and his back busted. "Ow! My fuckin spine!"

I burst out laughing and drove away to pick up Barry from his house. He was also a kook now. I arrived at his house and he looked exactly like he did 20 years ago. He got in my Bugatti, and we left the obx for good.