Today was THE-BIG-DAY for UK politics. THE-BIG-DAY that we'd all been waiting for ever since Gordon Brown stole the crown from Tony Blair's bloody, maimed head.
because we all need to be democratic, at some point. because we need to make a decision at some point. because we need to choose who will choose everything for us at one stage or another.
we get a pat on the head from THEGOVERNMENT for being such good subjects. at the moment it looks like we're fucked, no matter what.
Up until 8pm yesterday, I was planning to vote for Labour. Not because I support Labour, not because I like Gordon Brown, not because I care what dress Sarah Brown is wearing, not because I care about many of their policies- heck- not that I know about many of their policies. They mean nothing.
because I hate David Cameron. Like every journal wielding government funded student at university who pretends to know everything, I hate David Cameron. He's the political equivalent of a false virgin; he pretends to be fresh/ to have saved himself just for you and that this moment right NOWNOW is the moment of not only his lifetime but yours and well and, fuck, together you can rule the world... but you know that he's about as loose as the guy in one man one stump. You know that he's prostituted himself more than the dirtiest crack whore on the corner. Everything...from the magazine he sent me through the post of him cradling a baby to his inability to state any policies instead relying on tired, largely meaningless buzzwords
CHANGE! BIG SOCIETY! VOTEVOTEVOTE IF YOU WANT CHAAAAAANGE!!!!!!!1!!!
makes me want to gouge out my eyes and feed them to Nick Griffin's brood of staffordshire bull terriers.
And then there's George Osborne. I hate him more than hate itself. He's a smarmy little shite, just rubbing his hands and smirking. That's all he ever does.
And the Conservatives have such a piss poor human rights record. They don't like the gays (duh), and it was depressing to see the Torys actually run a largely anti-gay campaign whilst still saying that they were going to CHANGE EVERYTHING. The conservative campaign against the gay labour MP in Exeter was driven against his homosexuality and little else. There's Phillipa Stroud who tried to 'cure' the gays. There's all the gay b+b related scandals. And then there's David Cameron in the 11th hour shaking hands with Peter Tatchell because the Conservatives HAVE CHAAAAAAANGED! ...he probably washed his hands afterwards. It was a guilt-handshake. He can blame it on the election. He never has to think about it again. Don't worry, bigots, Davey MC hasn't left your ranks quite yet.
So by all accounts, I should have voted labour...but I resent the fact that I'm being forced into making a tactical vote. The Lib-Dems didn't stand a cat in hell's chance in Leamington Spa, and I know that people are going to say 'they don't stand a chance if you don't vote for them', but my vote would have been so wasted that I might as well have just not bothered turning up.
I hadn't even considered not voting for Labour, but when it came down to the actual vote itself
disenfranchised
doesn't
...
it doesn't describe it.
my vote was the equivalent of 0.3 votes, nationally. It was meaningless. A vote for Labour would have been a submission to whatever form of government this is.
So. I did what any slightly unstable, obtuse person in my position would do.
I spoilt my ballot.
and I hoped for a hung parliament. then it will become clear that the government will always be the government, no matter what name we put behind it. no matter what head on a stick they praise for a while then rip to shreds. we con ourselves that we need change, that we need to develop.
I want to see what will happen if it all just goes.
If chaos is allowed.
blood won't run through the streets
And we become human, again.
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