I have doubts that ANY homo-sap can/could! fulfill the oft diametrically-opposed 'duties' of this ephemeral title,
President of the disUnited States of Murica.

ANY. ONE. So, whomever gets the result of elections funded by a handful of billionaires/ditto "congress":
Will Fail to be appreciated by.. oh, some random range of 25%-->75% of the mind-disconnected vox-populi..
It may well be that: you CANNOT 'govern' 300M homo-saps in any sense of that word
(which implies Active Citizens not 24/7 blithering idiots.)

Years ago..
{{swirly brown mists}}

One Art Hoppe--beloved columnist (rarely a calyumnist) at S.F. Chronicle, launched the
Love Everybody (but Antarcticans!) Crusade.

His thesis was bone simple: We Gots to Have--at least someone--to Hate.

The logo was a penguin. With knife protruding from back (no blood--was in B&W.)
Came across my membership card t'other day..
He died at 74 (lung cancer IIRC) on 2-2-00

Now BHO is that penguin.
(And: so will the next egotist.. and the next.. because Muricans won't be capable of self-government for the Foreseeable.)

become less and less followed by implied Action; it seems that he is so fearful of the political losses of a decent proposal failing to overcome the Nutters,
that he caves and then rationalizes.

[Yess, Mr. Prez: we fucking-See! the anarchy being advanced by the demagogues. Choosing surrender over a well-honed and direct attack
--on the pabulum beneath their rhetoric--is merely the obvious Gutless response. Simply: you Dare-not.]

Fucked-again by sententious sonnets, un-backed by courage :-/
A bully-pulpit, hardly ever dusted off. (And He Knows how to 'speak', actually)--that's the incongruous part.
He may be quite duller in his imagination than his polished, ever-so-'logical' constructs ... reveal.
We have no means, ever, of pre-assessing that sort of fatal flaw until we see it in (non-) actions.