Election
The President of the Bundesrat usually is elected on the 1 November in a given year, and serves until the 31 October in the year that follows. The Basic Law merely provides, in Article 52.1, that "the Bundesrat elects its President for one year". However, in practice the position rotates among all Länder equally, in accordance with a predetermined order. The order in which the position rotates from one Land to another is altered periodically and is determined by population, the presidency descending in order from the most populous states to the least.
If the head of government of a Land changes during the term of the President of the Bundesrat then the presidency passes to the new minister-president for the remainder of its one year duration. This occurred in April 1999 when Roland Koch replaced Hans Eichel as minister-president of Hesse. The current order of rotation of the presidency of the Bundesrat is as follows:
- North Rhine-Westphalia
- Bavaria
- Baden-Württemberg
- Lower Saxony
- Hesse
- Saxony
- Rhineland-Palatinate
- Berlin
- Saxony-Anhalt
- Thuringia
- Brandenburg
- Schleswig-Holstein
- Mecklenburg-Vorpommern
- Hamburg
- Saarland
- Bremen
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