So we had some elections Thursday, and plenty of people voted and plenty of people didn’t, and some people are now Police commissioners with their own hotline to Batman, and some people are new mayors of places, and some other stuff.
It wasn’t the most exciting of elections where I live – we had a small referendum on the matter of county council organisation and the PCC elections, which frankly judging from the lack of pamphlets through my door, even those standing for didn’t really care about.
As someone who joined a political party for the first time after last years dismal general election, this was the first time I have ever done any campaigning. Not door knocking, wasn’t really called for this time around and I am terrified of it anyway – I just know someone will ask me something clever and I will not know the answer. I am definitely a big picture kind of girl, a lovely big picture of sharing, caring and equality and no doubt some flowers (I do love flowers), rather than a finer details of policy kind of girl. No, I did some leafleting, and what I mostly learnt was a new-found respect for postman – who knew letterboxes were so hard? They bite, some of them, and others are completely impenetrable, leaving you with 2 options a) sort of scrunch the leaflet into the outer gap b) give up and move on, hoping that merely having tried will imbue some sort of leftwing haze of love on the building. Anyway – the upshot is I voted in the ballot box, but lots of people didn’t.
In fact lots of people don’t ever vote, even in the big important elections. Why? Because they mistakenly think politics isn’t for them. What they actually mean is politicians aren’t for them – and let’s face it, the majority of politicians, even on the ‘good’ side – speak in tongues and don’t seem to know much about the price of biscuits. And even worse than that many of them seem to lie and cheat and generally be the sort of person we would rather distance ourselves from, and we don’t want to encourage them by getting involved in that voting malarkey.
Except that politics and politicians are two different things. Politics is all about deciding what kind of society we want – equal? Caring? Return to workhouses? What do you want your society to look like – that is your politics. Then find someone who agrees with you and is willing to put themselves up for election and vote for them. The current crop of dodgy imbeciles are only in power because we allow them to be. We can vote someone else in. Someone nicer. Someone more like us. Someone without a trust fund in an offshore account. Someone who cares. We should all care about politics and that means voting. We should demand better from our politicians, but in order to do that we need to grab our chance to have our say by voting. And they really, REALLY want our vote, without it they are just ranting in the pub on a Sunday afternoon – so it is in their interest to actually do the things we want them to do – we just need to make sure they can hear us ask.
I do most of my talking to politicians when they are on Question Time. And when I say talking I mean grumbling, swearing, disagreeing and throwing the occasional slipper at the telly. The only thing is I can hear them, but they can’t hear me. Which makes my frankly brilliant suggestions a bit wasted. I need I get more involved too, how else will they get to hear about my socialist biscuit plans? I am going to start emailing them. Tweeting them. And generally being an all round nuisance until they agree to share the biscuits more fairly rather than keeping all the chocolate ones for themselves. Chocolate biscuits for all will be my slogan when I stand for government!
In fact – they should give everyone a biscuit for voting – maybe more would turn out if they got a custard cream for their troubles?
Love Miss Cisco XXX