Tell me what you want, what you really, really want removed with a laser.
We live in a world where nothing is solid, everything is bits and bytes, and the most important thing in the world vanishes moments later (except Grumpy Cat, who will outlive us all at this point). At the same time, people are getting tattoos more than ever. On the one hand, Snapchat. On the other, life-long ink. Yet, we use Snapchat to tell our loved ones how much they mean to us (and our genitals), and then we save space on our own bodies for decades to honor some flash-in-the-pan singer who has probably changed their own name by now to escape the memory you've etched onto your bicep. We're a weird culture.
Hey, maybe you can impress some hipsters for 5 minutes before your lifetime of lame.
Maybe in 2 years no one'll remember Romney and you can pretend it's just abstract.