Señor I Am Not has nominated Moi for president.
Sure. Why not?
I mean, who am I to refuse this important, historical nod?
After all, it will most likely mean:
1. I'll finally be able to purchase an entirely new spring wardrobe. I can't possibly stump in last year's outfits and, besides, I can write it all off. Just send all the receipts to my poor, long suffering accountant and have her file under: Really, Really, Important Presidential Nomination-Type Stuff.
2. Change. Really real change, Party People. I'm talking the stuff you put in your pocket.
3. Other really real important stuff I can't quite put my finger on at this exact moment. But I'll think of something. After I pick my running mates. And we all go shopping. And then stop for sushi.