You get off at the next exit and drive to the White House. Yes, you drive there, right now, from wherever in the world you're starting. You arrive a few minutes later, time being a construct and all, and march up to the front door where you begin to pound, demanding the president's attention. Of course, he doesn't answer the door; the secret service does. They quickly beat the living hell out of you, cuff you, and throw you in jail with a bunch of Mexican children. It seems your limited knowledge of the United States political system didn't prepare you for this interaction. Luckily, you don't have to live the American dream much longer than that before you wake up, returning to the real world...