After far too much diet coke with lime, I jumped at the chance to take over the reins of the Presidency. After the votes were tallied and hanging chads sorted, they explained I was not the new POTUS (we have to continue to put up with Hillary and the Donald), but I was the new POTVRCCDFW (or POTDFWVRCC). They also explained that there is no jet aircraft or armor plated Valkyrie that comes with the office.
By the way, my platform speech involved an increase in BBQ, pie and exercise of our 2nd Amendment rights during the next year. Count on those three things.
Because I drank all the diet coke, no one at the table was quite as energetic about the VP post and we are working behind the scenes at the convention to fill that post.
More to come...
Gary, you are the man! I look forward to your fist meeting!
