OF the many things spoken about regarding the upcoming election, there is a consensus for some that this is the worst campaign we’ve ever witnessed. Neither main party leader looks appealing; their parties are a weird amalgamation of each other, and those on the fringes, some of which could hold the balance of power, are filled with SJWs of the shrieking variety. I can’t predict what will happen on the morning of December 13, but I can hazard a guess on one thing: I think this election will produce the most spoiled ballots ever recorded.
I, unfortunately, have joined the ranks. I never thought that I would, and even the thought of abstaining didn’t make me feel particularly good, but we are being offered scant choice at this election. In seats such as mine, it’s akin to going to buy bread and being given the choice of four types of mouldy loaves and an entire package filled with burnt toast (oho, I see the infamous Toast debate being pulled out of TCW archives!) There are seats up and down the country where not only are there no leavers present but there are no proper conservatives. I don’t believe Boris’s statement that ‘every Conservative candidate is behind the deal’ – Nicky Morgan? Really? – and I haven’t seen Johnson, or his candidates, espousing small ‘c’ conservative policies of the past. We are more disillusioned than we’ve ever been.
We will see people enter the polling stations on December 12, some of whom will reluctantly put their crosses next to their ‘Tory’ candidate and others who will scrawl their own message on their papers – some to the point and others unrepeatable. There are people who, once again, will be manipulated into the age-old argument – vote for one, get the other – and will place their cross next to a candidate as being the lesser of two evils.
In any other walk of life we wouldn’t take the least worst option, so why should we do it with politics? We wouldn’t go to a car dealership and say, ‘Oh, well, I’ll buy that car since it still has four wheels, a steering wheel and a gear stick. No windows? Never mind, I can get that sorted once I’ve pushed it home.’
We wouldn’t buy a house with four walls and a roof but no electrics because it was the best of a bad bunch. We’d look around for a better option, but in politics there are no options for a lot of people in a lot of areas.
There are some, on this site and elsewhere, who think the spoilers are doing the country a great disservice, that we should vote, that we should hold our noses and plump for the void between the devil and the deep blue sea – but why should we? As we are given the choice to vote, so we are given the choice to abstain or send a message to our leaders. In my case, my message is that they are all appalling and given the choice of voting for one inept candidate over the other, I would rather drive a thick pen over the lot of them, come what may.
As an addition, every time we come to an election, this song pops into my head, for some reason:
It’s no wonder there are more and more people getting disenchanted with politics. The platitudes uttered in election campaigns are failing to stick.