Legally:
-American citizen
-American native
-I just turned 35½ last Saturday.
-I was living in France as recently as 1995 (but I never renounced my citizenship), which means I’ll have to wait until 2012 before I can run.
Obviously:
-I’m male
-I’m white
-I was raised Roman Catholic, but I don’t practice. I know the Bible pretty well, and I like reading it, but I’m still an agnostic.
-I’m openly straight (but if being gay or bisexual will get me to the White House, I’m willing to look into it…)
-I’m 6’2”, which is tall enough for American voters.
-No facial hair. The last president elected with facial hair was William Howard Taft, in 1908. (The last facial hair-bearing candidate to be nominated by a major party was the moustached Tom Dewey in 1948, who didn’t win.)
Less obviously
-Second-born child of four.
-I’ve got a BA in English from Penn State, though I’ve never been in the military. I made Eagle Scout, though.
-I’m a Pennsylvania native, and I’ve lived in Iowa, New Jersey, and currently, New York—all of which have spawned presidents. I’ve also lived in France, which has spawned French presidents, though I lived in Alsace, which spawned no presidents of anywhere that I’m aware of. Where I grew up in Pennsylvania was a few towns over from William McKinley’s hometown of Niles, Ohio, so maybe there was some presidentiality in the water? Something that seeped over from the Mahoning Valley to the Shenango Valley? Also, Alf Landon is from the next town over from my hometown. That’s got to count for something… right?
Other possible disqualifiers
-I’m fluent in French, which could hurt me among the rowdy bigot cadre.
-My last name ends in a vowel that you pronounce. Arguably, you could say the same thing about McKinley and Kennedy (not Monroe,) but their names don’t sound as ethnic as mine does, which is a Polish name that ends in A. It looks simple to pronounce, I’d say, but my job has me on the phone with lots of people around the country and you be surprised how many stumble over it, particularly Southerners. (Illinoisans have no problem, particularly those from Chicagoland, but a state that elects Rod Blagojevich as governor, and elects Dan Rostenkowski… well, no surprise there.) I’ll do okay in the Rust Belt, though—particularly on my pro-kielbasa-and-pierogie platform.)
-I’m as yet unmarried, but we’ve elected two bachelors to the White House, and one of them was also from Pennsylvania. If my girlfriend moves in with me, my political career is shot. It’s all in her hands. We haven’t been going out long enough to discuss marriage, but I’ve got until 2012 to work that out.
-If anyone asks me who my political heroes are, I’ll tell them they’re Benjamin Franklin, William Jennings Bryan, Abraham Lincoln, Bob LaFollette, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Robert Kennedy and Eugene V. Debs. The right-wing echo chamber will seize on my affinity for Debs, decide that I must be some kind of Bolshevik, and launch a crusade against me.
-I’ve got a bald spot. Americans haven’t elected a bald or balding president since… um… Taft? Cleveland? Okay, okay, I’ll get some Rogaine… or some of that swell spray-on hair from Ronco…