Sorry, but you didn't read the contract did you. I can't be fired, I have to get tired of having all that money to dispense as I and I alone see fit, and resign. Or get investigated by the FBI, put in some ancient prison in New York, befriend a female prison employee, escape, not get caught and make my way to Mexico and live the life of Riley on my ill gotten gains. Either way, you can't fire me. Minister of Campaign Finance for life, Terrierman.