The chair is not a poem. It is a machine room. I will be paid like the man who kept the richest republic on the map functioning while zealots practiced for office in mirrors. Let the moralists gasp. They do not build factories and they do not keep growth orderly. Bugoslavia remains open, solvent, and industrial because someone treated the state like work instead of theater. When the voters replace me, they would be wise to choose the candidate closest to management and furthest from fanaticism.