You're not electable. Simply will not happen, even if limited nuclear war were to devastate the East Coast and the only musicians left alive in Washington DC were a traveling Mexican mariachi band to play the US national anthem at your swearing-in ceremony on the shattered steps in front of the blackened ruins of the US Capitol building.
You. Will. NEVER. Be. President.
So knock it off. Go govern your little anti-American state full of beak-nosed Jamie Farr clones.
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