My kind of comedy
Forget that “strategic voting” model nonsense. It can’t work. Right now, we are headed into a minority governance (a good thing, actually). The deals are in discussion, except when they’re not. You see, only two days ago, the party in third place had already picked where it would lay its support. And today, that support has been “unpromised”. Is that even a verb? Anyhow, it’s time to remember the reality of our electoral system. You don’t get to vote for the leader. That doesn’t happen. Instead, you have a chance to choose the person most apt to represent your aspirations.
Ask yourself: has there been ANY talk about a coalition in your riding? No? It’s because it can’t happen. The best a tie would bring is a revote. When you stand in that silly cardboard cubicle, mark the circle beside one person. The best person. Forget all the hoopla in the newspapers. This vote is local. And if, at the end of the day, the several hundred representatives decide to cuddle up, you can’t change that. Another system, another nation. What you can do is to assure that everyone you come into contact with, in your area, verifies if they have the right to vote. In the affirmative, make sure they find their way to a cardboard cubicle, and that the provided ballot is marked, clearly and with conscious thought.
I should have gone down to the rink, this afternoon. I didn’t, because we still have a week left before the final day of voting. I want to see what sort of inane arguments will be thrown out there. My own kind of comedy.
