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Presidentialness
Saturday, January 26, 2008 at 3:09PM Cass has nominated me for President. Of the United States, I think. (Note to Cass: you should let me know if you meant president of something else, like the National Dairy Farmers Association or Geeks Unlimited or whatever).
I am nodding politely in her direction and smiling. Thank you my dear. I think though that your poise and charm make you the better presidential contender. I see myself more as one of your back room deal-makers. Or perhaps a cabinet member. I could be your Director of Homeland Security, only I’d rename it the Department of Domestic Bliss. More Scope For the Imagination* in that one.
OK, maybe that’s just silly. But I realized as I thought about my presidential aspirations that by election time later this year, I will actually be old enough to run for president legally. The U.S. Constitution suggests that 25 is old enough for the House of Representatives, 30 for Senate, and 35 for President. The first two passed me by without a thought to running for elected office, but as 35 approaches (thoughts of Dante* drift lazily through my mind), I see that I should start taking this president thing seriously.
How to get started?
Realistically it’s too late to enter the race for one of the major parties. The Republicans and Democrats are already duking it out around the country to choose their nominees (this weekend, most notably, in Cass’s South Carolina for the Dems, and Florida for the GOP). So I guess I need some independent party.
So I guess that’s my assignment this week: Find a political party to lead to the White House.
Next time: More lame political jokes.
*Can anyone identify my two obscure literary references here? Snickerdoodles for anyone who can get both.
Civic Duty, Politics in People, World 
Reader Comments (2)
Dante-- At 35, it is time to descend into the inferno? Lovely thought for the rest of us, the other side of 35. Or perhaps the thought of politics resonates with "abandon hope" more?
Scope for the imagination--nicer place to land, I think, perhaps in Anne's House of Dreams? Green Gables? White Way of Delight?
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,
che la diritta via era smarrita.
When I had journeyed half of our life's way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
for I had lost the path that does not stray.
Dante, Inferno, I.1-3 (from the Mandelbaum)
(Dante was--at least symbolically--35 at the opening of the Inferno)
And the Scope for the Imagination is all Anne of Green Gables.
Good job, C! I have to keep sharp women like you around. ;)