When it comes to elections, and democracy, U.S. likes to pose as a flag carrier, showing and screaming left and right that they are by far the leading expert.
Well, it really isn't. While having only 2 parties and thus candidates upsets some of you, it doesn't upset me. In the end they are politicians and having only 2 choices means that you have less options for choosing bad. The problem that I have with the U.S. election system is that in no way they actually take notice of the majority's vote. And here is why: especially if you're not familiar with their system.
In U.S. you become president based on electoral votes. This is a number assigned to each state and furthermore divided in the state's districts. To win you need to gather 270 of these "points".Now: states as Alaska, D.C., Delaware,both Carolinas and few others have only 3 votes. While California has 55.So if someone is elected in California, the opposing runner can win the 5 mentioned above, plus Montana, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming, Nebraska, Kansas, and Washington, and the first candidate will still win. So that is 1 state casting other 12 into nothingness.And so,a person can become president in the U.S. winning in about 20-25% of the states. I know what you're thinking. some states have more people, such as New York having way more than Oregon for example.Yes, it is true, but what happens if not all go to vote. Well, if we take the example from above of California vs the 12, California can have 1 person voting in each district while all the other states have a 100% poll presence. California will still win.
A poorly designed structure, that the citizen have embraced and lived with for years and years. They do not question the application and implication and so they silently vote not for a president but for their vote to mean nothing. The whole charade and drum chorus is for nothing else than bathing the population's brain into muddy politic schemes. So when it comes to elections, I dare to say that even the current U.S. arch-enemy, Iran, is more democratic.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Again
Missed me? Most likely not.
Ages might have passed and with them my silence passed as my true word. Found to be in a place where what I have to say seems obnoxious or redundant I came to consider that silence is golden. In all, a great man knows when to talk, the greatest knows when to be silent. By no means am I the greatest man to ever live but surely that doesn't limit me in following a good teaching.
So what have I been doing? Struggling mostly as my mind fatigues me and grants me sleepless nights or days. Melting into each other, hours pass making no sense or gestures, nothing but the annoying repetitive sound of the clock hanging on the wall. Gazing in objects without reflection, feeling the depths of every inanimate object that crosses my path, I see myself not different from them. From a safe distance I observe the world speeding up past me, the people, the nature, in an uncontrolled frenzy. And as usual, my essence doesn't feel the peace. This place tires me, displaced and sickened I turn page after page. Reading this book called life seems more like a 2 page leaflet found in any puny office. With a smile on one side and the price list on the other.
So here I am again, talking to you, while you legitimately wonder if this post is really something that should "break" the silence. Don't wonder. It isn't. But then again, I'll have enough time to be wordless when I'll be breathless too. So until next time, pray to whomever or whatever you believe in, lobbying that my "next time" will not be as poorly designed as this.
Ages might have passed and with them my silence passed as my true word. Found to be in a place where what I have to say seems obnoxious or redundant I came to consider that silence is golden. In all, a great man knows when to talk, the greatest knows when to be silent. By no means am I the greatest man to ever live but surely that doesn't limit me in following a good teaching.
So what have I been doing? Struggling mostly as my mind fatigues me and grants me sleepless nights or days. Melting into each other, hours pass making no sense or gestures, nothing but the annoying repetitive sound of the clock hanging on the wall. Gazing in objects without reflection, feeling the depths of every inanimate object that crosses my path, I see myself not different from them. From a safe distance I observe the world speeding up past me, the people, the nature, in an uncontrolled frenzy. And as usual, my essence doesn't feel the peace. This place tires me, displaced and sickened I turn page after page. Reading this book called life seems more like a 2 page leaflet found in any puny office. With a smile on one side and the price list on the other.
So here I am again, talking to you, while you legitimately wonder if this post is really something that should "break" the silence. Don't wonder. It isn't. But then again, I'll have enough time to be wordless when I'll be breathless too. So until next time, pray to whomever or whatever you believe in, lobbying that my "next time" will not be as poorly designed as this.
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