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June 04 Voting DaySince I hit the age of 18 I’ve always gone and ‘done my duty’ and voted. I’m of the opinion that if you don’t vote you can’t moan and the words “tough titty” are likely to come out of my mouth when you start bleating on about all the unfair, unjust and downright daylight thievery that they get away with/up to. Anyway, that’s not my point. Like I said, I’ve been voting since I was 18, I’ve had more than 20 years experience when it comes to handling that ballot paper and the pencil attached to the shortest piece of string ever, I think I know what I’m doing by now. I handed my polling card over and was given the biggest ballot paper I’ve ever seen. As she handed it over to me, she turned round and told me to put 1 X in 1 box …… D’Oh! I know to put 1 X in 1 box, does she think that I’m totally and utterly incapable of handling the responsibility of voting??? Funny, but I thought it was MY ballot paper and that if I wanted to I could spoil my paper by putting as many as many X’s in as many boxes as I want. At the last local elections I voted as usual, but this time I did not vote for my usual candidate. I did however take great pleasure in writing on my ballot card exactly why I didn’t bother voting for him and then sticking said card in his stupid little bin. Funnily enough he still hasn’t got back to me on what I wrote, but he’s been quick enough to stick leaflets through my door asking me to vote for his party! Comments (5)
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