OK, wiseass, you climb into a modified NASA capsule swinging under a gas-filled balloon and jump out at 103,000 feet. And in white briefs, so you can show me
your lack of skid marks left from the reentry. Personally, they'd need a backhoe to clean mine out, and I've done crazy shit in my time that defied the odds of human survival. Would have made for one hell of an obit, though.
Easy as walking on a tightrope, eh? 
"As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron."
--H.L. Mencken, The Baltimore Evening Sun, July 26, 1920