so i won't be the president

it is 7:20 on tuesday night and i am dreading the 8:00 hour and the vice presidential debates. a whole lot of blab that leads to nothing.

i know there's a lot to be done here - a lot that a good government could address, that's for sure. i'll read a book like studs terkel's race or any one of jonathon kozol's poignant reports on the state of public education and i just want to scream. something should be done. this is the kind of stuff that makes my blood boil. all the injustice.

hmmm .... you know what would be fun to do? have a world team building day. remember on the first day of camp, or during a class retreat, they'd put you in groups and everyone would throw their hands in the middle and you'd have to untangle yourselves? the pretzel, yes. ok, so what if we had the whole world make a pretzel?

ok, fine. so that's a bad idea. this is why i will never be president of the united states.

but i suppose that's for the best. there's things about that job i don't think i could ever do. i mean, for one, i was tired of smiling within the first hour of my senior portrait sitting; i couldn't imagine doing it for four consecutive years.

so here's where i pose the question: would you or wouldn't you want to be president of the united states and why?