Asking an educated American to vote in 2010 is like dropping a bright sixth grader into Whos Afraid of Virginia Woolf and demanding that he or she pick the better parent. Its pointless and damaging; the kid still has to live with the both of them, along with their endless, petty, passive-aggressive stalemate, and eventually he or she learns to do the laundry and to make a few different meals and to assume that life is a joyless war of attrition during which a few uninterrupted moments of solitary quietude are the most one can hope for.
Again, fuck that. Life, and my temper when it comes to bullshit, drama, and bullshit drama, are much too short.
One of the immeasurable gifts given the culture by alternative news sources such as Creative Loafing is a perspective on politics not found elsewhere. Theres more passion, information and detail in the fringe media than youre going to get from any multinational corporation that depends on a certain governmental atmosphere to keep its coffers full; that isnt crazy-ass liberal speculation, its mere logic. And Im thankful for the years Ive spent directly or peripherally associated with fringe media, because it really has informed and shaped my view of not just American politics, but the idea and mechanizations of political process as a whole.
I used to loathe politics because I thought politics were boring. Now I loathe politics because I think politics are inherently detrimental to the individuals quality of life. (Individual lobbyists nauseatingly excepted.)
I used to think there was something wrong with American government. Now I realize that theres nothing wrong with American government; it does exactly what its supposed to doperpetuate the appearance of its own quality. No government in the history of human civilization has existed for the purpose of making every citizens day feel like a satisfying orgasm of personal expression and fulfillment, and, given human nature and the corruption of power, well, such a thing isnt likely to happen anytime soon.
And, yeah, OK, I know that. I can deal with that. I can drink myself to sleep and have my vaguely informed arguments with my friends about issues so personal its impossible to be objective (or, seriously, legislative) about them, and listen carefully in the quiet watches of the night to the slow atrophy and eventual death of my dreams.
But, Christ, if youre not gonna field even a couple of candidates I can even sort of begin to get behindif you cant even pretend to consider the idealist-masquerading-as-cynic votethen Im not gonna pretend that my vote, or any individuals vote, matters.
And if anybody else out there doesnt feel like voting on Tuesday, not out of ignorance or apathy but out of disgust, of defiance, of refusal to reduce their voice to part of a muttered chorus of ambivalence toward a lesser evil, Im certainly not going to give em any shit about it.