Presidential Status

Barbacoa sat behind his desk and took a break. He’d been meeting with statesman from all over the country for days now. His body felt liquid all over and he needed to rest. He was making headway on new reforms all over his land but even with all of his success he felt something was missing…

For years he’d worked tirelessly to get where he was. Since high school he knew he’d want to change the world, he would volunteer in the community but also volunteer on the local campaigns. In college he worked with community leaders to change things for the better in his home town and beyond.

Now he was older and had so many accomplishments under his belt: City councilman, Mayor, Governor and now Congressman. He was proud of his accomplishments but felt like if he wanted real change that he would have to take the next step in his political career. President, that was the only way he would be able to help all those who needed change as much as he did. This county was messed up, it’s current leader not even knowing the difference between pablano peppers and jalapenos for god sake! He was glad he had the support of Chipotle to back him, he would need it.

He wasn’t naïve he knew there would be many who would oppose his decision, after all if he would be the first dark marinade in history to achieve such status. But he was a marinade for the people and the people wanted change. He picked up the phone and began calling those he trusted implicitly, he had to be sure rumors of his decision wouldn’t reach his nemesis, for surely El B would do everything he could to stop this from happening. First his wife and daughters should know, then his most trusted followers and so on….he should contact Pico for she had press connections and would make sure she would be honest in helping him with his campaign….

After everything was in place he had to decide his campaign mission statement….he had to make sure it was honest and related to all those in the land. AHA! That’s it! There were those poor families that couldn’t afford the fresh taste of Chipotle, those who couldn’t scrape up enough money for at least one crispy taco, well it was time for Change! YES WE CAN – TASTE IT!

He smiled, who wouldn’t vote for him with a promise like that? He would, of course have to get his name out there, it wasn’t enough that people in his own state knew him, he would have to get out there and make himself known all over the land. He could smell victory, it was hot and spicy….oh wait, that smell was coming from himself…..He shook his head and stood up, it was time to set things in motion, he could almost hear the crowds chanting his name when he said it was time for change: Barbac O-ama! Barbac O-ama! Barbac O-ama!