One of the things I hear most often when a new presidential
elections cycle starts up is, “but he doesn’t have the experience.”
I have read the Constitution, and it says nothing about
requiring experience to be President of the United States. In fact, it has two requirements. One is natural born, and the other is age. If you want to know the minimum age…go read the Constitution.
The reason I bristle when the experience issue is brought up
is simple. Our government is so entrenched that we could elect a native-born chimpanzee, and most people wouldn’t notice. Well aside from the fact that most
presidents are tall men, and chimpanzees are not very tall.
As I processed this concept, the odds of becoming president entered into my thoughts, and then the old mantra I heard from my grandmother growing up, “Don’t you want to be President some day?”
A spark of an idea became a story, and since there really wasn’t much basis for something lengthy, flash fiction became the outlet.
