Tomorrow is local election day.
I have not the vaguest idea who to vote for, and that's not apathy, it's pragmatism. The planet's doomed. Is any political party offering me a seat on a shuttle to Moon Base Alpha? No. Is anyone telling me that "if you vote for us you can build a small housing estate in your garden, retire on the proceeds, then make music and write novels until you drop"? No. Is anyone actually going to do anything to better anything? Probably not. They didn't the last time, or the time before that, so what's new? Nothing. Except it appears Blair is off, leaving a megalomaniac in his stead.
I will vote because it is my right, and if I didn't, like seventy percent of the electorate, then I'd really have no excuse, or fatuous comments to make at awful dinner parties.
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I was in the UK at the time of the 1987 general election, when Thatcher was elected PM for the third time. If I recall correctly, on the exact night of the election I was staying in a "Bed and Breakfast" in Kendal, Cumbria. (I don't really have anything to say about that, just thought I'd mention it, as a matter of interest ... in case anyone's interested. ;))
Voting does seem like an exercise in futility, but I do feel that I still have to do it. At least I have the right to say "I told you so" later on at those dinner parties.
I remember someone back in Mississippi making one of those stupid "freedom isn't free" remarks right before the US invaded Iraq 4 years ago. I'd wish I were there now, if only to rub that remark in their face, although there's no guarantee that they've figured it out yet or that they'd admit having said that back then.
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