I have developed a plan on how I'm going to become the next President of the United States. Martians will land on Earth and they will seize control of the minds of every registered voter in this country. They will decide to install an Earthling under their control in our White House and for technical reasons, it will have to be someone who's 6'3" tall and born in a leap year, who used to write Woody Woodpecker comic books and who was once punched in the arm by Jack LaLanne. After checking out millions of other Americans, they will decide that I am the only person who meets those requirements and on Friday, January 20 of 2017, I will be inaugurated as the 45th President of these United States.
Impossible? Absurd? Hey, it's no less likely than the way Evan McMullin figures he's going to become president.