Vote Anaximander for God-Emperor of the Divided States. I'm not about to run under my real name.
I can't claim to not be a hypocrite, but at least I'll change things. I promise to turn the Imperial Palace (which will be located at that formerly frumpy 1600 P. Ave. address) into a temple of debauchery, a stately pleasure-dome, well, almost as stately as Las Vegas would be if they held Mardi Gras there instead of New Orleans. But with less fabric on the dancing girls. And I'll probably be sneaking out the back door for disgustingly wholesome monogamous romance with my own wife - but if there are any witnesses, well there won't be.