The Story Part.

I’m truly awful at giving speeches, not because I stumble or don’t know what to say. Mostly it’s because I’m miserable at saying anything at all I don’t find to be necessary. Who am I? I’ve got a name, that’s the sum of it. My blunt nature is often misleading for being anti-social, so dear reader, I urge you to talk to me in order to remedy that. I think I’m a fairly polite fellow.

On speeches, I stand up, introduce my name, state the point, finish and leave. Others tend to stand up, introduce, spout off qualifications, history, etc. Run the time down real quick. I don’t hate this style, but I save it for when I have time. Might end up being a mistake for me later on.

See, I’m much better at writing because of that. I can say everything I want, even the random tangential bits and you get to read it if you want and when you want. Here I am now, tip-tapping my keyboard to oblivion.

So, for those driven here from the brief words I said, let me give you the fun (and lengthy) part.

I was born in Provo, even though I don’t sound it, something about vocal trauma and medical history or what not. But no, I was born here. I spent preschool in BYU’s kindergarten as my mother lied about my age. Then, elementary in the old Wasatch building, then Freedom far away, and then back to Wasatch. Boring stuff really. Then I got to Centennial, and a random high school called UCAS. Yay, personal history.

But I’m here now, in college for computer engineering, history and politics, and English. Oh, and running for Mayor.

I could say my education brought me to politics, but really I did that bit. I saw dissent and discomfort, knew that people were pleading for someone to actually give a damn about them, and for their government to do it’s job of serving them. On the grand scale of things, I saw disorder tear through every nation for one reason only: greed.

Need I remind every politician and world leader: greed is a sin in nearly all religions, not just for money but for power, fame, you name it.

I knew, should we forsake greed, economic downturns would follow, so I had to study economics. Lo and behold, a self-sufficient, non funded city-state was a perfectly functional government and economic system. The only reason they barely exist is… Oh, it says here “greed, again.” Huh, interesting.

So I panic, fly to the City Hall, throw my name into some forms, pay a fee. And voila! Running for Mayor, bound for struggle.

Why why why? What do you want to change?

I want to make a city that will be home for years to come. Because, after all, I’m a resident and my interests are in making my life better, not just in having a boring career that will doom me to corporate slavery (even though I do that too). What does this mean? Clean air, clean water, implemented tech, green public property, solving the housing crisis through removing private purchasing. Blah blah blah, it’s all on the website. If you want the specifics, text me at the number at the very bottom. And prep for a loooong and heartfelt rant.

I don’t care half the time to stop my ambitions, so I’ll mostly ignore any corporate interests just as I ignore pests. Your corporate interests, however, I care about that. So, it’s a battle.

I’m excited to continue this brief adventure.

Signing off,

Thatcher A. Longman