The only condition under which I would accept the job is that I would replace Bush. I could do nothing…and that would be a vast improvement over the present presidency.
Of course, I could open communications with other countries…listen to other folk’s ideas on Iraq…work on a national health plan…cut funding ties with special interest groups…Owh! My head hurts…must not think, must not think…
Of course I would . . . not for the job itself, but as a useful steppingstone on the path to global domination.
In the first place, it’s genetically-engineered, flame-breathing, flesh-eating, venom-spewing winged howler monkeys. Not “damn” monkeys."
In the second place, I only plan to use them if I must conquer this wretched orb by military force. If I am US president presumably I have been elected and thus won’t need them.
I’d like to be President so I could be wualified to command the nuclear wessels.
I’m really fool enough to want the job. I think I could do some good, and I trust myself to do it (whatever would be involved) more than I trust the people doing the job.
In the third place, the monkeys will seem like nothing after the Nazis on dinosaurs.
I think I would need at least a year to prepare myself for the position and assemble a staff, but I think I could and would like to do it.
Not especially—right now, I don’t think I’d be that good at it; I’m not good enough at schmoozing or politicking.
Plus, I don’t think enough people in the U.S. agree with my politics for me to get any support, much less get anything done.
But, on the other hand, I might make a better dictator. I wouldn’t have to worry about getting votes, or public opinion, or making deals with other politicians to slowly get watered down bills passed through the house. Just orders and results.
The real tricky part, as I sees it, would be getting enough charisma and cult of personality to make people willing to die or kill for me, but not so much that I start believing my own bullshit, completely lose my marbles, and run the country into the ground. Y’know, try to be more like Vespasian than Elagabalus. 
My father was in politics, as well as my brother - granted, they weren’t exactly in Washington DC, but high enough up that I got a close look and lived through it all.
My answer: No way.
You are constantly under a microscope - every word, every action is under public scrutiny. You no longer have a private life, nor does anyone in your family.
We had a nutcase circling our house in the middle of the night with a shotgun, threatening to kill my father - our house had police protection after that little incident.
Not that I don’t think I could do a better job than the person currently holding the office, I just wouldn’t want to put myself, or my family, through that.
And certainly you have all noticed how quickly Presidents age while in office - take a look at their pictures before the Inauguration, and take a look at their pictures 8 years later - usually they look like they have aged 20 years in that time, and I know first hand why.
HA! What about the Nazi Dinosaurs?
But Secretary of State, however…
I’m a single guy, have a small family, and look younger than I actually am.
I’d go for it.
No, I what a terrible job that must be. I have no interest whatsoever