Lower the banners of hopeful liberty! Withhold your tears! The people’s trumpeted voices have been silenced and a possible thundering revolution now lay mute.
The darkened skies of ineptitude and self-obsession grow darker and more violent with each passing session. A new hero had arisen from the beaten masses and tried to deliver this storm-ridden council of students into a new era of peace and prosperity, but alas, it was not to be.
Who was this champion of light? This warrior of grace and serenity? This orator wielding words with such dexterity and purpose not seen since Cicero? Who overnight would have parted the tumultuous seas of student politics and found unanimous approval among the entire student body?
Such a task could obviously not be the work of one hero! Indeed, this deliverance would have been the work of an unprecedented, multi-headed body of wisdom.
This prosperous nearly double-dozen minded sage went by the name of BOOP. The name has no meaning, and indeed it needs none. The prolific works it could have achieved speak libraries’ worth of ancient tomes toward the triumphant union called BOOP.
News of the mighty BOOP’s defeat pulsed across campus as students heralded from their dorm windows, “Shame! Melancholy! The will of the people shall not be moved!”
When their voices became too sore to verbally express their enthusiasm, a spontaneous march erupted down University Avenue complete with confetti and an impromptu marching band.
Culminating at the Student Activity Center, BOOP rose from the masses to the ruby-encrusted front door of ASM royal chambers and addressed the crowd.
A hushed silence fell over the masses as each spoke with words it would be an injustice to repeat in print form. When BOOP had finished their inspiring speeches, applause erupted with mad fury and passion. Although the day is lost, the passion lives on brethren. And that passion is named BOOP.
