Omg same. There are literally dozens of us.

That’s all fine and well until the rep that fate assigns you fat fingers the phone and disconnects your call, pushing you all the way back to the end of the queue again.

It’s a great idea, though in practice I fear you’d seem like Snowden and everyone would eventually coalesce around the idea that you’re a traitor because you didn’t get assassinated or put into a dark hole to be forgotten.