Exercising My Right to Participate in American Futilism (or Democracy)

I farted, or rather, voted today; it amounts to the same thing in American democracy.Nothing like starting out an inaugural post for a new blog with a bang.

I’ve debated about whether or not I should indulge in self-censorship here, or talk about things like politics, given the fact that this journal is connected with my personal site that houses my resume and clips from my journalism career. But in the end, I’ve just decided to follow conventional wisdom: don’t post anything you don’t want people to read or otherwise see. Besides, I wouldn’t want to be hired by someone that would have an issue with my politics anyway.

So today I participated in American democracy, or as I’ve taken to calling it of late, “American futilism.” Get it? Futlism, as in futility, as opposed to feudalism. Puns rule. Anyway, apparently unlike some other polling places here in the great state of Ohio, my polling place was rather quiet; we didn’t have any of the electronic voting machines, although we did have a scanner to scan the paper ballots.

However, there were a lot of older people that were a bit confused about the ballot. It consisted of boxes that had to be completely filled in with blue or black ink, so that they could be scanned – to anyone under the age of 40 that has taken standardized scholastic tests, I’m sure this was clear. But to anyone who has not, it wasn’t; there were a lot of people there asking if they had to place an “X” or a checkmark in the box.

The ballot instructions, while explicitly stating that the boxes on the ballot had to be completely filled in, didn’t actually provide a picture of an example, unlike the directions for every standardized, computerized test that I’ve ever taken.

Again, given the election problems we’ve had in the recent past, one would think that this would have been a no-brainer, to provide an actual example in the ballot instructions. But no. Sigh …

Democracy: Providing the Lowest Common Denominator

As for who I voted for, well, let me just say that I’m a registered independent. I think political parties are the bane of democracy, and I tend to think that the only thing worse than the Democratic Party is the Republican Party (nothing personal; some of my best friends and family are registered Dems and Reps).

I’m conservative to the point of libertarianism on some issues, liberal to the point of radicalism on others. My father once told a young and impressionable me that “all politicians are crooks.” The older I get, the more I come to believe that.

Most of the time, when it comes to voting for candidates running for public office, I am forced to choose the lesser of however many evils are on the ballot. Just once – one time in my life – I’d like to vote for a candidate, even if it’s for some local office, that I actually like, that actually believes in some of the same things I do. But I’m not going to hold my breath.

That’s the problem with democracy; we end up with the lowest common denominator. Democracy is like advertising-supported broadcast radio and television; it tends to be lackluster because it has to try and please the greatest number of people, in order to appeal to advertisers – it is essentially watered down on purpose. Similarly, at best we end up with watered down, lackluster candidates that appeal to the broadest number of people. Not a candidate that most people would prefer, perhaps, but one we all can supposedly live with.

Of course, the last several years have made me want to reconsider the concept of anarchy. I’m kidding, of course. Sort of.

One more thing. We’ve all heard by now about how voters are angry, and there’s going to be a big change in the status quo, etc. Blah blah blah. We’ve been hearing this in every election since 2002: voters are unhappy, there’s going to be a big turnout – young people will vote in record numbers – and there’s going to be dramatic changes.

And it never happens. Voter turnout is lackluster, most young people don’t vote, and nothing changes. I want to be on record: I’m not buying it this time around. I don’t believe the polls the clueless pundits quote. I won’t get my hopes up this time; I won’t be fooled again.

Incidentally, this afternoon I stopped into the local coffee shop where I frequently hang out, and a server working there asked me if I had voted today. She is a young woman in her late teens/early 20s. She suggested that voting day should be a national holiday, and that by law, people should be given time off from work to vote, and that there should be public transportation that takes people directly to the polling places –all of which I think are good ideas.

Not sure how feasible the transportation option is, but I like the idea of a federal holiday for voting – no more excuses for the slackers. As it is, my server said she works two jobs and has no car, and therefore most likely won’t make it to vote.

I pointed out that this is the primary problem with American democracy; people who should vote, don’t. In Eastern Europe, at the first sign of corruption, people riot in the streets. Here, most of us can’t even be bothered to vote, even in the face of widespread corruption in our government. No matter; she doesn’t have time between her two jobs to take the bus and make the subsequent walk to the polling place.

And tomorrow, on Nov. 8, I suspect all across America, it will be the same: meet the new boss, same as the old boss.

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