If he runs.
Some background: My wife and I met Herman Cain in 2004 at the IHOP in Fayetteville, Georgia while he was seeking the Republican nomination for the U.S. Senate; Cain almost forced Johnny Isakson into a runoff, which might have been a good thing for Georgia—although Herman Cain as a sitting Senator would be a far less palatable candidate for President (as even he admitted to Greta Van Susteren the other night).
Cain sat across from Chris and me talking to us while the rest of the crowd at the event arrived. We’d already been intrigued by his TV spots and although at the time I’d been leaning toward supporting my then-Congressman, Mac Collins, Collins’ incessant negative attacks on all the other candidates had gotten on my nerves. We came away convinced that Herman Cain was the real deal.
And I wouldn’t mind seeing someone I’ve already met taking the presidential oath 25 months from now.