Suppose Killington, Staten Island, and the San Fernando Valley all seceded, then threw in together to constitute a new country? (In the old days, after all, the kingdom of Prussia included little bits and pieces of land all over central Europe. Contiguity is way overrated.)
I mention this, Jonah, because you strike me as the ideal chief executive (and Cosmo, of course, as the ideal First Dog). You could ski in Killington, lie by the pool in the San Fernando Valley, and, well, let me think. Is there a reader out there who could suggest a suitable leisure activity on Staten Island?