Civic duty
This is election day. At one level. And rarely have I been so detached from the political reality.
Yes, I did read the list of candidates. More as a social exercise where I try to see if I know anyone. The issues escape me, although this is one of those moments where the premier jumped the gun and called us out early. Strategic, I believe. None of us believe that a new government will change anything, so we go along with the charade.
In reality, an election is a great way to get people on to the payroll, for a limited time. Not pensions, or paved driveways. Probably not even a flask of cheap rum. It takes a lot of bodies to fill the chairs at the polling station. No volunteers here. And after I had jumped through the various identification hoops, I had my ballot completed by my able assistant, and we were on our way.
The poles will not be closed, or counted for several hours more. Since only one person bothered to visit me, I will hope for a win for that person. The rest of time are now irrelevant. Hard to be a responsible voter, when the politicians are unwilling to role play. Tomorrow, we will have a new premier, and life will go back to ordinary. Bland. Waiting for Spring. Election fever is not a big thing, and we don’t have a need for a local roundabout. Yes, we did get asked if we would plant a sign in the yard, but I have enough souvenirs.
