Congratulations Bat Senator!

From your perch under the roof of the capitol building you'll be able to hear everything.  Every rustle, every cough, every sigh.  You'll know everything about every sitting senator in America, every dirty secret they've ever uttered under their breath or into the ear of an aide as they pass between sessions.  Your exceptional hearing and exceptional positioning will have combined to make you the single most powerful sitting senator in Wyoming state history.  Thanks to your efforts, roads will have been built, bridges erected, military bases staffed.  Giant complexes will catacomb the area beneath your state, military industrial investments in a mole-like infrastructure for "future bat soldiers of America," paid for with government largesse, leveraged by your political maneuverings.

Your ambitions will have been relatively modest until today, until, during a hearing on military expenditures, the junior senator from Virginia will tell his senior senator that "He doesn't trust that bat, or bats in general."

You'll be hurt by his intolerance, but you'll also realize something: that the world won't see bats as people until you, and bats like you, rise to positions of actual prominence.  Not just to simple seats in the senate or at the helm of multinational corporations like BP, but to the highest office in the land: the presidency.  You'll determine two courses of action that you'll dedicate the rest of your career to achieving.

First, the absolute destruction of the junior senator from Virginia, an easy enough task given the dirt you have on him, his hair piece, his KKK meetings, and the 14 year old boy he keeps in his office for "play wrestling."

Second, the attainment of the office of President of the United States of America.  Since you're a bat, this will be no mean feat, but if you run a campaign based on how cute you look in your suits and how tactful and observant you are as a politician, you should have a good chance of winning.  And if that doesn't work, you'll just play dirty, because you're a bat, and if there's one thing we know about bats, it's that they're willing to play dirty to get what they want.

Congratulations Bat Senator!