So there's an election in three weeks. Weeks of looking at enormous cardboard effigies of hideously ugly people. I would have taken annual leave to avoid these visual abominations, but it didn't occur to me in time. It wouldn't make a difference, as we will still be looking at these disgusting images come Christmas.
I have a theory on this: namely that the ugliest people will always get the most votes. Most of our electorate don't have the time, energy or merely the inclination to ruminate on the relative merits of the various manifestoes. With the inclusion of pictures on the ballot papers, we can simply pick the ones we remember from the campaign posters, such as the one with the biggest nose, the worst haircut, the most chins, or the strange independent candidate with two heads, one of which is purple (I'd vote for her, at least she's openly two-faced).
I have a theory on this: namely that the ugliest people will always get the most votes. Most of our electorate don't have the time, energy or merely the inclination to ruminate on the relative merits of the various manifestoes. With the inclusion of pictures on the ballot papers, we can simply pick the ones we remember from the campaign posters, such as the one with the biggest nose, the worst haircut, the most chins, or the strange independent candidate with two heads, one of which is purple (I'd vote for her, at least she's openly two-faced).
It doesn't make the slightest fucking difference at the end of the day; no political party is able to please all of the people all of the time, but they will always please themselves, with bigger pay packets, junkets abroad on Paddy's day etc.
It's a classic case where the whims of the few (i.e. 166) vastly outweigh the needs of the many.
Oh well, I still get paid, and I can dream about bringing down the system from within.
Oh well, I still get paid, and I can dream about bringing down the system from within.
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