I remember bomb threats during a provincial election; about 1000 volunteer voting station workers were called up in the dead of night and warned that if they showed up to work the next day at the voting stations, that they would be killed in horrible bomb blasts.
1000 workers thought, "No shit?" and stayed home.
Now, to make 1000 phone calls in a single night requires a sizable staff of determined bomb-threateners, more importantly, a list of all the volunteer's phone numbers which is unavailable except to the running parties. This means organization, and it means collusion from within the ranks of the runners. Oooh. Politics can be so mean!
--And of course, the ridings of the affected polling stations were liberal strong holds, and so during the actual election, liberal voters were unable to cast their ballots, and the numbers coming up on the provincial television station teetered perilously. It was a very exciting beta test of the Bush/Gore bullshit parade.
Though, luckily, Ontario conservative-conspirators happen to consist largely of hockey-playing morons with beer-deadened brains. (--Which is not necessarily to say that the same is not also true of the Liberal demograph. Just perhaps not quite so much).
So anyway. . . Morons.
It took about half a day for it to be determined that there were no actual bombs, and once this was achieved, the election organizers simply said, "Oh. Well, then re-open the stations and keep them open until everybody who wanted to vote can do so. We'll just tally up the total results later than we planned." --So all the voting got done anyway. Indeed, it is suspected that while some voters may have simply not bothered due to all the trouble, others who were not inclined to vote at all went out to mark their ballot with some fierocity. Most, I suspect, just thought, "What assholes," voted and went on with life.
Now the moral of the story is this: Hockey-playing morons or not, there will always be people who would go to a lot of trouble to throw an election. Which means that given the oportunity, (as provided by Die-bold's machines, or by old-boy judges vis-a-vis the Gore/Bush thing, or whatever), these corrupt assholes will use those means if they can. Period.
Moreover, in the high stakes game of American politics, the quiet truth is that really, it is in fact not truly a high stakes game, because the hockey-playing moron contingent is now holding all the cards.
If California wants to have a real election, they should make it paper-based, they should use pens, and they should get ME to count the bloody things, because obviously nobody knows how to play nice down there. --And I don't care who gets into office. The game is not directed by the actual politicians anymore anyway.
If by some chance somebody got in who decided to pull America's kids out of Iraq, un-do the Homeland Security acts, and purge the government of corruption, I would be overjoyed! But that person would most probably tragically die in a King Air A-100 airplane crash, and only a small number of people would care.
Still, the stage production of 'politics' is fun to watch nonetheless. Kind of like wrestling, I imagine. Fake, distracting, and largely meaningless because, like wrestling, when it comes right down to it, which sweaty man clobbers which, means exactly zero. It's the event organizers who go away, pockets stuffed, smiling. It makes no difference to them who wins, so long as the public doesn't get bored while watching.
Does anybody think that the Bohemians tapped Arnold for no reason? Please.
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