The Grand Election of Officers
The annual democratic exercise where members choose their fearless leaders (results may vary)
Hear ye, hear ye! The most "democratic" night in all of Clamperdom hath arrived!
On Friday, January 16th, Brothers shall gather for the sacred and chaotic tradition of Election Night — where Redshirts engage in the time-honored practice of nominating each other for offices they absolutely do not want, then arguing passionately about why someone else should definitely take the job instead!
This is democracy in action, E Clampus Vitus style — which is to say 'tis loud, 'tis chaotic, and somehow it all works out in the end. Every position from the Noble Grand Humbug down to the lowly Hangman shall be up for grabs, and we guarantee that at least half the nominees shall attempt to flee the building when their names are called!
Positions to be Filled:
- Noble Grand Humbug — The fearless leader who didn't run fast enough
- Vice Noble Grand Humbug — The one who thought "Vice" meant something else entirely
- Gold Dust Receiver — Keeper of the Chapter's fortunes (and receipts)
- Grand Noble Recorder — Chronicler of our magnificent absurdity
- And Various Other Offices — All equally prestigious, all equally avoided
Remember, Brothers: this is a members-only affair, for the outside world is simply not prepared to witness our unique interpretation of democratic processes. What happens at Election Night stays at Election Night — especially the part where we all agreed that someone else should definitely handle that particular duty.
Come prepared to serve thy Chapter, whether thou wantest to or not! Democracy hath spoken, and apparently it hath a sense of humor.
The Chapter needs leaders, and by night's end, we shall have them — willing or otherwise!
Credo Quia Absurdum!