I voted. That doesn’t mean I support the result, the system or the current party infrastructure.
I voted, but I don’t think first past the post is a legitimate or fair way of counting votes, and virtually any method that has been conceived since is an improvement. The fact that a small handful of swing seats decide the fate of the country is ludicrous.
I voted, but I didn’t do it with relish. Everything from the expenses scandal to the cover-up of paedophilia by powerful elites in this country shows the system to be rotten. Politicians routinely lie, manipulate the truth, ignore evidence, fail to act in a logical and compassionate manner when dealing with important public issues.
I voted, but I don’t really like any of the choices. Authoritarian nutters, vague handwavers, peddlers of old rope and phony promises. The epistemic environment in which voters go to the polls is as toxic as the Fukushima car park—newspapers pushing parties rather than reporting news, moronic press junkets, no discernible shared vision of the future of the country. And so much focus on the “leaders”, when only the voters in a small handful of constituencies get to vote for those leaders. The rest of us have to vote for an MP, and there’s close to fuck all engagement from local candidates on issues that matter. Despite a whole internet to engage us with, I’ve had three poxy leaflets: from Conservative, from Labour and from UKIP. And that’s it. They don’t give us comprehensive visions because they can’t, just because they don’t want to or have nothing to say.
I voted, but I don’t think the party system works. The complete mass exodus from membership of political parties shows exactly the popular distrust of the system.
I voted, but I perfectly understand the reasons why people wouldn’t. And I wouldn’t condemn them for not voting. It’s about as pleasant an experience as root canal surgery.
I voted, because if people my age don’t vote, it’ll only be old people who vote. If young people vote, our interests can’t be ignored. If young people voted like old people voted, putting up tuition fees or cutting housing benefits for twenty-somethings or continuing the never-changing abysmal fucking mess that is drugs policy will hopefully be as unthinkable as touching the pensions of the generation that got us into all these economic and ecological crises.
I voted, but I don’t believe in democracy. Choosing to make gay people second class citizens was something people voted for, everywhere from Section 28 in Britain to Proposition 8 in California. Tyrants have been politically elected. A popular vote doesn’t make a bad decision okay. Many advances in human rights and civil liberties in recent years have been achieved by carving out an area of law and justice beyond the reach of the voters, by saying “these things are too precious for the mob to decide to take away”.
I voted, because as much as I am frustrated and despairing about almost everything about our political system, voting is still slightly preferable to not voting. Even though it would have been immensely satisfying to draw a giant penis on the ballot paper and then write “you are all useless shitbags, please go choke on barbed wire dipped in ebola-drizzled hummus”, even voting in one of the safest constituencies in the country is still worth doing, if only because it might at least show how absurd our electoral system is.
If you don’t want to vote, I get it. I voted in spite of how broken and awful the system is, not as an endorsement of said system.