On (not) voting

I am going to vote. I have particular ideas about the best MP for my constituency, the best government for my country, and the value my vote will have. I also feel part of my society, and part of that is taking part in elections: and voting will reinforce that. So it will make me feel good, for doing something productive and worthwhile.

And I can understand better than at previous elections the lack of motivation to vote. The election campaign has an air of unreality for me. I might think that the whole thing was so unrelated to my own life that its outcome could not matter to me. I might think that I could do nothing to influence the outcome anyway. I might think that they are all the same- “The Government” always gets in.

I hear sniping. Mr Miliband has “stabbed his own brother in the back” say the Tories. It is an insane suggestion, as well as irrelevant.

We need hope that things can be better. We need truth, so that what is said by the politicians appears to relate to what we see for ourselves.


My friend decided that she would put herself first. So she is no longer manipulable by my passive-aggression or neediness. In fact, she may cease to need to make herself feel better by looking after me.

Oh bugger.

So she only sought my company before, because of her needs?

Kudos to anyone who gets the connection with the foregoing section.

4 thoughts on “On (not) voting

  1. I once had a great aunt, Clare. Her name was Emslie, and she was a frail, genteel, little old lady, very refined, and spoke with the finest “Edinburgh Fine / Morningside” accent you have ever heard. Yet when that frail wee soul was 18 years old, she once spent 30 days in jail for smashing a window during a suffragette protest. I have no doubt that when Great Aunt Emslie and all others fought for the right of women to vote, they meant ALL women – including trans women. One thing I am sure of, if Great Aunt Emslie were here today – who would never have judged you on your gender, she would tell you it is your duty to vote, even if only out of respect for the women who suffered and died to give you that right.

    I don’t particularly like Milliband myself by the way, but that snipe at him stabbing his brother in the back (he didn’t – it was a party decision) was not only pathetic, it was a sign of a Tory Party reduced to blind panic. They are out the door in a few weeks time, and they know it.


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