My resume, my experience has to match yours, but be more than. My vitals must be compatible, just somehow, in some way more. You want someone who is you, but better. You done right, the way you wish you could be, say if something, just some thing, had been done different. That is the person you want to vote for, you, with more. But your limitations are what you elect, not your aspirations. You elect what you want to be, what you say you are, but know you are not. the truth is, you do elect yourself. That politician, the one with the gun in his hand, that man over there tellin you IT’s unfair. Well he is you. His lies are yours. His life isn’t, but what he says about it is. You pull the wooly blankets over your own eyes. You can not vote for someone with answers you don’t already understand, and you have no answers. Neither will they, the elected.