I’m not sure who ever told y’all that voting was meant to be a soothing salve for your soul, or some high-minded, philosophically untouchable measure of self satisfaction. It seems like everyone’s been viewing voting as if it should be some amazingbeautifulsoulfilling experience; that we should get Stendhal Syndrome every time we pull a lever or fill in a fucking Scantron because we MUST be able to vote for the perfect candidate who says everything and does everything right, right? Or maybe it’s because we somehow think that those we vote for should already be doing the right thing, without us making them do it first?
Does it make it somehow less important that I tell you it’s actually a really ugly fucking hammer? A blunt, simple tool meant to accomplish one small facet of building something? One small step on the way to a larger goal? That’s it, y’all. It’s a tool. And using that tool? It’s fucking strategy, people. I know you want to vote for the perfect candidate who totally represents each person’s every soft and cuddly need, but you know that’s bullshit pie-in-the-sky childish wishfulness, right?