So, I voted today. It was just the minor local elections and I really didn't know dip about who was running, but as the neat thing with local elections goes, I got to meet candidates at the polling place - and eat one of one team's homemade gingersnaps. Still, I had nothing particularly interesting going on today, was healthy, the day was GORGEOUS - perfect for a walk to the center of my small town, and I felt the voices of my ancestors howling me on (not literally, of course - I'm not that crazy yet. You know what I mean).
You see, voting is a right not everyone in the world gets to enjoy and it's a right that people have suffered and died to bring to me. I kept thinking about how if I were born earlier, my gender would have barred me from participlating in the political process in my own nation. I figure I should be damn grateful to do my civic duty.
Also, they had coffee - Starbucks coffee.
This time around went more calmly than the last time - last year was one of the major elections and for that... I was a pathetic revoluionary. I tacked up signage in the bathroom for the fictional "Screw Them All!" Party. I was...upset... you see. I'm still kind of upset with the whole country, but that was my impotent rage slash cheeky joke coming out. I still have the STA manifesto/rant somewhere on my hard drive, I think. No signage this time. No pathetic protests. (But I actually did vote for reals then, too).
The other day, Bob and I were talking about the possiblity of me running for office. I think I would be a very poor politician. You see, on a lot of issues - even major ones, I have this way of seeing both sides of things and sitting on the fence or taking the middle road. I have a lot of strong convictions, but I'm also too much of a mediator for the rigid world of politics. I mean, if I were President of the United States and people were looking at me for a decision whether or not to go to war, I'd be stuck forever weighing options - cost vs. threat and so forth, even though in my heart I'm a total peacenik. It'd be the value of Peace vs. the value of Protect my People and my head would spin. Take that down to minor council issues that are far less serious and probably still have trouble. Also, the scandal! I could see minor issues of my life being cranked up to eleven in mudslinging ads! And I can see myself slinging (literal, since I work at a barn) manure in response!
I'd have awesome signs, though. Coming from a graphics background, I appreciate strong, bold advertising. My signs would be very visually appealing and would contain no clip art - all original work. I bet I'd have some memorable slogans, too, just because Bob and I come up with the funniest, wackiest things when we're driving along in the car *making fun* of political signs.