I'd be proud to put myself forward.
I'm sorry; I can't accept that your images are capable of fitting this pìgeon hole at all.
I move that you be banned immediately for false representations made with the definite and heinous objective of insinuating yourself into a position of power, predicated upon the consumption of too many megapixels than are good for you.
I think Doctor Ivo would be a good and very safe pair of rubber gloves within which to place our faith; his visions of atrophy and untimely death should not be taken lightly. As Winston said: I love a good puff in the mornings; one at noon and several before bed.
There's nothing else left to add.
And I mean this in all humility, all seriousness, and in absolutely all moods, circumstances and surroundings.
I, myself, refuse to accept nomination until it is unanimous. But never, ever, will I partake of said smoke again.