The solution, Ross, is for you to interpret the US Constitution in light of modern conditions. If your US citizenship cannot be questioned, it remains only to prove you are "natural-born." So ... were you born in the natural manner?
If you were born by Caesarean section or cultured in a Petri dish -- or if you are a form of AI -- then I would have to say the Constitution does rule out your presidency. Otherwise, go for it and know we'll all be backing you. Well, most of us. Because we figure you'll be able to get your homeboys good jobs in Washington. -- Tony West Ross wrote: Ummm. I regret to inform my public that my advisors have found a defect in the American Constitution which, unless amended by a grateful Congress, will make it impossible for me to run for the Presidency of the dear old USA. The hitch is that, like Arnold Schwarzenegger, I was not actually *born* in this country. The Founders, in their rather narrow view, stated in article II, section 1, clause 5 of the United States Constitution that eligibility for the Presidency of the United States is limited to "natural-born citizens." Now while I, unlike Arnie who I gather was hatched in some sort of bionic test-tube was in fact "natural born", it was in the territory of our good and civilized neighbors to the North. I did in fact through my congressperson initiate an initiative to amend the Constitution back in the year 2000 (see below), but I regret to inform all my fans that it failed to make it out of committee. Although an enthusiastic neighborhood petition drive collected 546 signatures in Cedar Park alone, the Congress refused to do the right thing. While we're still working on this Amendment, it looks as though a run in 2008 is not in the cards. My advisors are considering my options, including a "Dump Amy" campaign in a run for the Presidency of Penn, a "Loose Dog" campaign for the Presidency of Friends of Clark Park, and a few other ideas too ultra-top-secret to mention at the moment in this very public forum. However, whatever it is that I run for, I vow not only to support invective-based recycling to the hilt, but I pledge to eliminate the awful curse of booze from our beloved hood. Read my lips. Lips that touch wine shall never touch mine. Ahem. I has spoken.
