Student Body President Vetoes Having to Do Their Job
On October 13th, Student Body President Grace Ferris, vetoed the unanimously approved State of the Weights Bill due to the words, “Please, Madam President, do your job.”Policy experts have interpreted this legislature as a call for the president to actually perform her duty and follow through with the contents of the Bill.
“I disagree with none of the contents in the Weight of My Mates Bill, but I am simply ‘tasking’ the Senate with a six-word change,” Ferris said. “As the executive branch, we have a responsibility to carry out any legislation that [the] [senate] passes. But, like. what if I don’t really feel like it. It could end up being pretty inconvenient for me.”
Ferris reportedly believes allowing the Student Senate to nicely ask the president to do something sets the dangerous precedent of the executive branch performing its intended function. According to sources within student government, Ferris begged the Senate to not to “overturn [her] veto of the Plates for the Dates Bill” and to reintroduce it with changes to the language that would add “less stress to her life.”
The Student Senate overturned Ferris’ veto with an overwhelming 42-6 majority on October 19th. The six senators who stood by Ferris’ side said they only voted against overturning the veto because “it would have been so embarrassing [for] [Ferris] to not receive any votes.”.
“I don’t understand why she thought that was going to work,” Elisabeth Flanders, External Affairs Chair, said. “I guess she just felt like vetoing something.”
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