Friday, January 30, 2015

Voting System

Whether I like it or not, the election is upon me.

I’m not a swinging voter or a rabid support of a single party – I simply don’t care either way. Realistically you have a whole bunch of underpaid accountants, writers, lawyers and economists who do all the work and the person you are voting for is irrelevant. While this is a gross simplification, the process is entirely pointless as a result. Any group in power is going to end up as a useless committee where the final flow onto me is watered down by left/right consensus and compromise.
But this isn’t about political parties or the current system. It’s about how I get irrationally furious about mild inconveniences.
Waving from the side of the road
For the last month or so we have had the joy of placard carrying political party members waving at me from the side of the road as I make the awesome commute to and from work. I made the mistake yesterday of making eye-contact with one at a set of lights. They proceeded to commence even more frantic placard waving while I proceeded to find something interesting up my nose. I wasn’t making a political comment, there was really something up there.
What I want to know is why I need to be judged by every sign carrying nutjob on the side of the road merely for picking my nose and just because an election is coming up? While prostitutes along the road may still judge me, at least they serve a useful purpose. What purpose do the roadside political advocates serve? Seriously, I want to know and that wasn’t rhetorical.
There must be some study somewhere that shows the average driver’s political views can be shifted by catching partial glimpses of some schmuck holding a coloured sign. There must be, otherwise they are fucking morons. I can’t help but feel they are attributing the entire process to the basic advertising tenant of seeing something x times will convert y people. Which is bullshit.
For anyone ever swayed by the political road-side-show I wouldn’t just question their right to vote - I would question their ability to breath without prompting.
Radio & TV advertisements
Let’s make this clear: nobody should run a campaign based on the premise that the other side is terrible. Unfortunately, that is the system we have. One side makes necessary decisions and the other side exploits the fact that shit happens by harping on about it.
I want a candidate standing up on the television and just admitting that they made some decisions that didn’t work out. Hell, they could put up their hands and ‘my bad, I fucked up’ their way out of any situation. It would work too, because we are reasonable people who accept that people are fallible. However, we have to sit through months and months of monotonous television and radio advertisements of either side bitching about the other. And that is all it is, bitching or in a schoolyard sense, tattling.
That same candidate doesn’t need to go on about their policies either. As I mentioned already, I don’t care. The reasonable people behind you will make appropriate decisions and then proceed to wipe your face, tie your shoes and then point you in the right direction when you need to walk. Individually you are nothing more than a talking monkey.
Just like the zoo, I like my monkeys happy and not flinging shit everywhere so stop with the bitching advertisements. Bad fucking monkey.
The voting booth gauntlet
I have a weird personality trait in that I intensely dislike people who intrusively invade my personal space and time. My dislike of the person carries over into whatever product or notion they are spruiking. Someone stops me at a shopping centre and I now hate Dove face wash, Greenpeace calls and no I will not give you money and in fact I will make it my personal fucking mission to go out and stab a whale. I’m funny that way.
The people handing out how to vote cards are viewed exactly the same. There are only so many polite ways I can say that I don’t want your card without it turning violent and suddenly I am the bad one. I don’t want to be here and these clowns are making it worse for me because having to stare at you for 10 minutes without blinking makes me as uncomfortable as you.
I will make it clear for you people: I will vote for whichever party doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable. Now to someone social inept as myself that equates to you talking to me, looking at me, hell even seeing you in your coloured shirt. If I walk in to a school and see a sign (and nothing else) reading “Vote Labor pls. No pressure, all good, brah” I will hate you for the content but love you for the message. If the sign is over a table with a bowl of Cheetos you get an extra vote. You see they have made an effort to understand me and my people.
Anyway, the whole notion of voting at schools is outdated so I have a better idea: have it at Bunnings. I can get myself a sausage and probably something hardwareish and if any prick tries to hand me any sort of voting paraphernalia some Bunnings goon wearing a green apron will punch them in the stomach.
As a final summary, political parties aren't doing the right thing to secure my vote. I don’t like pointless endeavours. I don’t like tattlers and I don’t like being made to feel uncomfortable. Anyone who campaigns under the theory of anonymity and works under the assumption that meeting my needs is the greatest thing they can to do is ticking my boxes. Make poor policy decisions? No problems and probably not your fault. Photographed snorting coke from a hooker’s chest? We've all been there. I’m voting for your crazy ass.
Mostly because I want everything to burn.

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