The day I ate a really good corn dog… and died
March 9, 2017
Death. It stole me like the devil’s lettuce steals the innocence of sophomores; quickly and far too soon. I was eating a corndog at the local fair, showing passersby how far down my throat I could push it. I was in the middle of my stunt when, all of a sudden, I couldn’t pull out. The stick of goodness blocked my airway. I didn’t make it. Even though I died, I wasn’t done. See, death was just my beginning.
Everything was dark. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, just blackness. Then I realized my eyes were closed. Silly me. I opened my slits. The sun shone brightly, dazing me. I looked around and… Michelle? She stood in front of me, emanating a white light.
“Hello Gage,” Obama said tranquilly.
“You- you’re, you’re,” I stuttered.
“God,” she finished my thought. “I know. Most assume that God is a man, we need to fix that prejudice. But that’s a matter for later. Right now, I need your help.”
“Anything. Of- of c-course,” I mumbled like I had goat turds in my mouth, but couldn’t spit them out.
“I need you to pass a message to Trump. See, he has been my rival since the beginning of time. He used to be my best angel. But he turned… Republican,” she said with a sour note.
“Sure thing,” I said. “But… I’m, uh, dead. So, uh, how am I supposed to, you know, tell him?”
“Oh, Gage, you have much to learn,” replied Obama. “Death, just like obesity, is a state of mind. For you to return, all you have to do is want it bad enough… and sacrifice three tubs of ranch to me.”
“Okay, what do I need to tell him,” I asked. She leaned in and told me something I’ll never forget. I gave her the ranch, which she guzzled and subsequently grew three inches in bicep diameter. She smiled at me, touched my forehead and all I saw was white light. I woke up, breathing.
I died that day. But here I am, alive.
I am the boy who came back and I have something to say.
Dear Trump,
I see London, I see France, I see your filthy underpants.
That’s from Michelle. Good night and Michelle bless.
Lhs student • Mar 11, 2017 at 8:37 am
Is this story really comparing Michelle Obama to God and Donald Trump to the devil? Is this what journalism has come to?
Gage Gramlick • Mar 14, 2017 at 1:05 pm
LHS student, I am elated that you are taking the time to read through this website and publication. We at the LHS Statesman recognize the valor in reaching out for information, digesting it and developing an opinion. While I don’t agree completely with your comment, I do resonate with the general sentiment. It’s true that journalism as an industry is changing. However, that’s what journalism does best. See, we are the media. The middle man between the people and the story. We, of course, have a responsibility to report without bias and with integrity. Still, we have an equally important responsibility to reflect the varying views of the people in a manner that will intrigue readers. That is simply what I was trying to do: write a funny, engaging editorial that hyperbolizes the opinions of a large sect of Americans.
So, to answer your question, yes, this is what journalism has come. This is what journalism is.
Abbie G • Mar 9, 2017 at 11:54 am
This is the #best story I have ever read