Let’s say tomorrow morning you wake up to find innumerable legions of genetically engineered, etc. howler monkeys swooping over your city, with air support provided by flying robot sharks with lasers on their heads. With a feeling of dread in your heart, you turn on the television. Campbell Brown is doing the news naked, and she says, “Well, the good news is that I’m now the sole host of the Today program, which you’ll notice is on every channel. The bad news is that my promotion, and my nakedness, are both due to Skald the Rhymer (may he live forever) having conquered the Earth. The God-King will be having a press conference at noon to announce all his new laws later today. I think it’s safe to say we’re all screwed, though. And I wouldn’t stand next to Peter Jackson if I were you.”
“Crap,” you say to yourself. “This is gonna be bad. We had PLENTY of warning, too. We really should have assassinated that bastard at the last Dopefest.”
Noon comes, and the press conference begins. I’m brief and to the point:
*First, let me thank you all for coming. Second, let me confirm that, yes, there are 1920-style death rays in orbit aimed at every major population center, that smoking crater in the distance is Paris, and I have implanted remote-control explosive devices at the bases of all your skulls to discourage rebellion. Third, I’m entirely too lazy to deal with the minutiae of ruling Earth. Thus, apart from a few personal projects of mine (getting a new, all-nude Firefly series on HBO, destroying France, setting up pickle mines so I have someplace to exile Paris Hilton to), I am going to delegate the actual work of running the earth to the Straight Dope Message Board community–specifically those who were members in good standing as of 16 August 2006.
Applications may be sent via email to god-king_skald@theworldisquiteenoughthankyou.com. Spelling errors will be punished by flogging.*
What post do you want? What are your qualifications? And what will you do with your newfound power?