I've got a relatively small stand of bamboo growing in my backyard and I have no idea how I would control it if I didn't have a machete. It would take over my whole yard in one or two growing seasons if I didn't spend some time every spring hacking away at the new growth.
We need a constitutional amendment forbidding members of a president's immediate family from running for president. No spouses, siblings, or children. We can call it the Dynasties Are Un-American Amendment. If we'd had such a thing, we never would have had George W. Bush or Hillary Clinton as candidates, and I think we would all be better off.
Probably not everyone's, but I'd be willing to bet that the total number of exceptions to the rule either greater or fewer than pretty nearly cancel each other out, on average.
I'm reminded of the story of a couple comprised of a cis woman and a trans woman who wanted to get married in a state that was trying to forbid gay marriage. The state was in the position of either accepting that the trans woman was a woman and trying to forbid their marriage, or asserting that she was not in fact a woman but then allowing them to get married.
So, I literally just now learned about the Primus album you just named, but I've been reading the book The Rainbow Goblins that provided the cover art for the album to my kid for a few months now, and let me tell you, it is a weird fuckin' kid's book.
Oh, I say!