Don’t fight the hypothetical; it’s magic, or something.
Anyhow, it’s, like, morning in America scant hours after Election Day, and you’re the new president-elect – and so you have maybe two-and-a-half months to get ready for the big job. I don’t know you, so I don’t know if you even have a law degree; I do, though, know that your Attorney General will have one, along with an impressive legal career and long membership in your political party. And you maybe don’t know from farm policy, but I know your Secretary of Agriculture would.
And you maybe didn’t work your way up to captaining a ship in the USN – but the guys who did, they report to Admirals who report to the Chief of Naval Operations, who along with the Commandant of the Marine Corps reports to the Secretary of the Navy, who along with the Secretary of the Army and Secretary of the Air Force answers to the Secretary of Defense. And figure that guy knows his business.
Name an issue, you have top men working on it right now. Who? Top. Men.
(Oh, and top women, of course; you’ve got binders full of 'em.)
So how good a job could you, personally, do?