Obviously in recent years, the turning wheels of democracy have stuck a bit. Some might say they are broken. Whether it's electoral law-breaking, the rise in far right politics, or the fact that no one in any position of political power knows what to do about the madness of Brexit, it's all a bit knackered. Yeah, I said Brexit. I went there. Again. I'll admit that taking pride in voting in the local elections of a place I feel quite distant from, could put me off the whole thing. But it really hasn't.
Soz John. I'll try and calm it now. |
So you can imagine my crushing disappointment when I realised I was on holiday for the European Elections. From the day before, to the day after, I'll be in a countryside cottage with my family. It will be marvellous fun, but will also mean I'm nowhere near the local primary school that doubles as a polling station for May 23rd. Obviously, it's not all bad news. It appears to be really easy to get a postal vote. As soon as I realised I'd be away, I sent off the form. But even though my vote will count along with everyone else's, all the fun has been taken away. Walking into the building, handing over the card, and taking the form into the booth. There is nothing better.* I know for some people, I'm talking nonsense, but it really does give me chills. If I'd been born a hundred years earlier, then come election day, I'd have been sat at home, wondering what decisions the rich men of the country were making. There are times, I'll admit, when it feels we're not much further on from that. But we are. And if it only feels like we are on the day of an election, when I get to draw a cross on a piece of paper and push it through a slot in a box, then it's better than nothing. I'll take that any time.
Even though I'm missing the thrill of the polling booth on 23rd May, I'm sure it won't be long before there's another opportunity to take part in democracy. A confirmatory vote on a final Brexit deal? A General Election? A referendum on whether we should ever have a referendum again? There'll be something soon, I'm sure. But until then, I'll leave the thrills to the people that can make it to their local primary schools and mobile voting stations on the day. Enjoy every second of the entire process. It's your right.
Have a lovely week, folks.
*Of course there are things better; a massive bubble bath, walking along a blustery beach in an oversized jumper, a homemade, fresh-from-the-oven bakewell tart. But please allow me my hyperbole. I really like voting in a voting booth. It makes me feel part of the election night news. I was involved. I turned up. I am a kingmaker! (What's that? You want me to shut up? Ah OK, message received.)
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