Just don't ask them to balance the budget
Jen from MUBAR: Hmm, that's tough. I'm not great in a crisis. I'd be great at picking out cool holiday gifts for the other world leaders. Does that count?
Jennifer: Well... I have enough shoes to dam a river.

Fire? Flood? Earthquake? Call them:
Susie Sunshine: If the man saw how I pulled a school-wide Craft Night OUT OF MY ASS on 12 day's notice and the amazing things I can create out of cotton balls and popsicle sticks, I bet he'd appoint me director of FEMA.
Jenn: After the Hurricane Rita road trip from hell, I'm qualified to provide Evacuation Road Games and Survival Kits (free pullups for everyone!)

Let me show you the door...
Amber: To write his resignation speech! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

A renewable energy source!
Kris: The president would call on me to solve the national crisis of nonstop whining among children. I would travel the country with my inspiring seminar titled, "If You Can't Beat 'em, Join 'em."

Wait...minivans don't count as mass transit?
Krisco: Mass transit. As in, creating some in this country. As in, a lot of it. I would love to be the Czarina of Mass Transit. (Really.)

You sit here quietly and think about your behavior. I'm setting the timer.
Melanie Lynne Hauser: I'm pretty good with putting people in timeouts, so if there were any nasty situations that could be solved this way (Yes, North Korea, I'm looking at you), then I'm available.

Socio-economic issues...solved!
Tuesday: The lack of education in this country. I would send all the people who ask me if my twins were identical back to school with an emphasis on biology.
Margalit T: The health care dilemma, because I've got every illness known to mankind and I have experienced first hand with how crappy health care is in this country. Plus, I believe that everyone is entitled to good healthcare, including infertility treatments, and my beautiful IVF children are proof of that!"

Uh, sorry about that, Prime Minister.
Ann Douglas: In my case, it would be the Prime Minister, and she would be calling me to request my help in dealing with a clutter avalanche originating in Ontario’s Kawartha Lakes region with an epicenter situated in the approximate vicinity of my home office. I would immediately start shelving books, picking up stacks of research materials, gathering up armfuls of coffee cups, and — ta da— I would save the day. Hey, someone’s got to be the Clutter Super Hero. I’m just on the wrong side of clutter, that’s all.