It's been a long time since Ben Wyatt has had presidential
fantasies. All through high school, he'd spent his days drifting
into daydreams of sitting behind the desk in the Oval Office,
addressing the nation with awe-inspiring speeches of hope,
meeting with foreign leaders, walking the grounds of the White
House, changing the world. Stupid stuff. Kids stuff. His soul
crushing stint as Mayor McFailure had squashed those dreams
quite horrifically and turned him into Mr. Practical. A jaded,
bruised person who tried not to fantasize ever, because it was a
waste of time. It would be a long, long time before he would
prove himself worthy of running for office again and even when
he did, it very obviously would not be for president.  But
sometimes, he slipped up.  Hell, the chance to serve people
again one day was the only reason he suffered this shitty job in
the first place. This shitty job that forced him to close up his
heart like some kind of Grinch just so he could fire good people
and annihilate summer camps