Imagine her in the oval office. She's missed a week of her schizo meds. She's hearing voices. There's a little red devil's head that keeps popping up on her hubby's (the prez) desk. She smacks it! Boom! It's the red button that launches our missles! We're all toast!
Imagine her greeting diplomats visiting the White House for delicate negotiations which may affect the outcome of the war on terror, stoned out of her gourd and rambling insanely about apartheide....