Here’s the scenario; for 20 minutes you get to posses President Bush. While in possesion of him you’ll have access to his memory. After the possesion he will have no memory of those 20 minutes.
I’d resign, of course.
Logistically speaking, were the president to form, out of the blue, the intention to resign immediately, could he do so within twenty minutes?
I’d take over the world. Oh, looks like he’s already done that. Nevermind then.
Find a live boy or a dead girl. And a webcam.
Seconded.
Jenna is kinda cute/
This is the sort of question that fascinates the hell out of me for no good reason. I hope someone pops up with an answer.
Remember the pretzel? That was me.
Me too. I don’t know the answer or have anything worthwhile to add to the thread though. So I’ll say something vague and possibly witty:
Ike could. But just once.
Suicide?
I would rock Laura’s world.
Would 20 minutes be enough time to find a large pot, fill with enough water to immerse my head, and contrive to bring it to the boil?
I would speak nothing but the truth, to anyone that would listen, for those 20 minutes.
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I’d have him streak from the White House to the Capitol and back.
Get to the nearest drug dealer/whore and do the drugs/whore in the street in front of as many people as possible.
Yes.
*3 USC § 20. Resignation or refusal of office. The only evidence of a refusal to accept, or of a resignation of the office of President or Vice President, shall be an instrument in writing, declaring the same, and subscribed by the person refusing to accept or resigning, as the case may be, and delivered into the office of the Secretary of State. *
He could resign in a matter of seconds and order a White House flunky, in the strongest possible terms, to deliver the resignation ASAP to Condi Rice.
But then we’d have President Cheney. :eek:
I would convene an emergency press conference (because you know this is possible inside of five minutes at the Whitehouse) which I would begin with a little song-and-dance number (possibly “Inka Dinka Do” performed in blackface) and then declare a War on Gingivitis while holding up a tube of Crest for a nice, clear product shot. If there was any time left after that, I’d tell a bawdy joke about Margaret Thatcher and Boris Yeltsin and then walk off camera with my thumb up my nose.
No reason, really. Just because.
Throw in a sheep, living or dead, and Dick Cheney while you’re at it.
Grab a Security Service man’s gun and start shooting. Or submerge my head in water for twenty minutes.