I'm a Scary, Scary Man

Back in November our Ward had an election party. The three members of the Bishopric were all candidates, running for President of the Ward. The Ward was divided into three parties--the Builders Party, the Plenty O' Promises Party, and the Donner Party. Each party had a pre-election meeting where they put together their platform (reduce tithing to 8%, change the meeting time to 11:00 - 1:00 permanently, that sort of thing), plan strategy, and generally get people excited. It was a lot of fun.

Each party had a number of officers besides the candidate. There was a campaign manager for each candidate, a party heckler, whose job it was to harass the other candidates and their followers, and various others. And there was security, whose primary jobs were to stand around and look scary and to put the kibosh on the other parties' hecklers.

I was asked to be security.



Obviously, I decided to go for the Secret Service look. Effective, no?