The same glassy-eyes Petes Buttchugs filling the important seats

Something I learned in the adrenachrome factory in Liberal Mountain, Idaho where I live is that all adrenochrome factory workers fuck up from time to time and if you get defeated by a fuck up, there would be nobody left to make adrenachrome. I don’t need a perfect record to be represented. Perhaps someone whose identity isn’t centered in their perfection might be more apt to advocate for imperfect people.