You are the Head of State.
The Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces.
The President of the United Unions.
The Den Mother of the esoteric order of debased fiends known only to mere dozens as... the Hyena Cabal.

...Al Gore?

HAH! He's just the puppet. You've got your hand so far up his ass you could twiddle your thumbs in his empty noggin socket.
It's true you've never seen a finer pawn, though. You've got to admit, he fools the world well, even those W.A.T.O. "vampires" you call allies.
His vice president Bill Clinton leaves a lot to be desired, unfortunately.

You came to rise by exploiting and campaigning on the death of Rodney King, who police officers beat to death brutally on film.
The Curb Stomp Heard Round The World, you call it, only to other Hyenas in the Cabal.

Use enhanced psychotropics to brainwash a minority into paranoia and tell him you've killed his family, and give him his car keys, and watch him go...
Pay off a few crooked cops and bail them out later through a series of corrupt attorneys and well-disguised dummy organizations...
Buy air time, every major media outlet in America and a few video camcorders...

Voila, you have "your" presidency.

The technology of the 1990's is marvelous, isn't it?

The UUA's population recoiled in meticulously planned outrage, burning down just the buildings you needed them to in just the areas you needed them to.
The millions of dollars in donations was just the cherry on top. Now to fundraise, you just drop another tax that sweeps over everyone in the United Unions.

Unfortunately, after a few years in office, the mask is slipping and the veil is being lifted.