Msg. From The Ghost of Congressman Petrelli

My fellow New York— No that’s not right. My fellow Americans— not that’s not right either…

My Fellow Heroes:

Well as I’m sure many of you know I won the election. It was a landslide. I’m not surprised by that because to know me is to love me after all. However, many of you may not be aware that shortly after winning the election, I died in an explosion. I expected to die when I went to Peter tonight. I also expected to go to heaven. You know…Good deeds and all…Unfortunately, there was some confusion over my life and they aren’t sure if I should go to heaven or the other place. I’m in a state of limbo until a decision is made. I am on my way to judgment now. I’m not looking forward to defending my life.

Later, as I sat in front of the judgment panel, I became worried about the tricks I used to play on Pete when were kids. I hoped they wouldn’t bring up the time I tried to freeze the cat. Fortunately, they decided to give me a fighting chance and agreed to only examine the last five weeks of my life. I have to be honest with you. The past five weeks have been the longest in my life. It has felt more like nine months instead, but I digress…

The demon that was acting as D.A. began to grill me.

“Mr. Petrelli. Did you or did you not try to convince your little brother that he was mentally unstable when telling him that he tried to commit suicide by jumping off of a building? Isn’t it also true that you knew he believed he could fly and that flight was indeed possible because you had recently discovered you were capable of flight as well?”

“Yes and no. I tried to convince my brother that he could not fly. I wasn’t really trying to make him doubt his sanity. I was worried about what would happen to him if the world knew about his abilities. I was afraid they would lock him in a cage and do experiments on him, so you see; I was really concerned about someone other than myself. It was a selfless act type of lie.”

“Oh…Well… Is it or is it not true that you humiliated your brother in front of a room full of people by announcing that he was mentally unstable and then attempted to capitalize on this lie by stating he had attempted suicide?”

“Yes and no. I did make this announcement, but I did it with the hope that I could become a Congressman and help more people on a larger scale. Peter understood this. He forgave me after some time had passed, and he punched me in my beautiful face twice. I feel I have already been punished for the wrong that came from this offense.”

“That is for the panel to decide Mr. Petrelli. Did you or did you not destroy a painting that would aid your brother in saving the world?”

“Yes. I destroyed the painting, but I didn’t believe at the time that saving a Cheerleader could save the world. I mean come on people…A CHEERLEADER… Besides I thought if the painting was accurate, it would mean by brother’s death. I was actually saving his life. That incidence should be counted as a plus toward my admission to heaven.”

“Mr. Petrelli. did you or did you not meet with a gangster in Vegas and ask him for four million dollars to help you get elected? Did you not also commit adultery during this sin filled trip?”

“Yes and no. I did go to Vegas and meet with Linderman, but it was part of an over all plan to nail Linderman for certain illegal activities. I was actually working with the FBI, but it was too soon to try and catch Linderman on tape confessing. I did come back to Vegas later and try to get him on tape. Unfortunately, that ended with the death of the FBI agents I was working with at the time. The adultery thing…Well, have you seen that girl? I mean come on… I wouldn’t be a man if I turned down this.”

“And let’s face it, I’m smokin’ hot too. You can’t just put two hot people in a room with a bed and expect nothing to happen.” “Alright, alright. How about this? Did you or did you not try to pay off an ex-girlfriend and deny your own daughter?”

“Look…I can stand here all day and defend myself to you. The point is that most everything I have done was to protect my family.”

“So Mr. Petrelli, are you claiming that rigging an election was for the good of your family?”

“No. I didn’t know how Linderman planned to get me into office. Linderman’s plan for me was a means to an end. Linderman knew too much about Peter. He knew too much about my whole life. I had to find out everything he had on us. In the end, I couldn’t trust anyone; and I wasn’t sure the bomb could be stopped. I thought it was unavoidable. After the look on Peters face in the parking garage, I knew what I had to do. I tried to hint to Claire that it would all make sense to her soon, but she just got angry and jumped out a window. I made my final decision the same way I have made all of my decisions. I made it out of love. As some cheesy person once said, “All that really matters is love.” This is true. I don’t think I would have gone through with it, if it weren’t for my love for Peter, for my whole family.”

We went back and forth for several hours in this manner, until the panel of judges decided they wanted to deliberate. I honestly hope they take their time in deliberating because I want to stick around the earthly plain long enough to see if Peter heals properly from exploding. Anyway, before retiring for deliberations, they gave me one more opportunity to make an overall statement and vindicate myself.

I stood before the panel, I looked each one in the eye, and I finally decided on these words.

“I have been misunderstood all of my life. I have been pressured by my parents to live a certain type of life. I have been forced to play the role of a political shark, and the results were that most people who came into contact with me either hated me or assumed I was evil. I just want to say to all of those haters out there…

Hell yeah I saved the World, and now I’m blogging about it at the Burnt Toast Diner!”