There is no single topic, period, which raises my hackles like the question of whether one should vote or not.
Basically, the argument is that in-action is action. That to not to vote, is in fact a vote. (That to be silent, is in fact to scream.)
There is also the argument in "support" of not voting that states simply that actions don't have consequences. "Voting doesn't matter". Hmmm...
To those who chose not to vote, fine. Don't. I would say, "more power to you", but the truth is, its really more power for me.
Finally, I don't really care what you think. I don't really have to, see, because you don't vote. You can spin whatever rationalization you find necessary for this decision not to vote; it really, truely, doesn't matter. You may think to yourself (or even outloud for that matter) that what I think doesn't matter either. Fine. Keep telling yourself that. The problem is, is that I vote, and you don't.
See, as far as I'm concerned you not voting is one less battle I've got to fight. One less set of opinions I need to take into concideration. Whew! and God Bless America.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot... the only reason one needs to vote:
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action...
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Basically, the argument is that in-action is action. That to not to vote, is in fact a vote. (That to be silent, is in fact to scream.)
There is also the argument in "support" of not voting that states simply that actions don't have consequences. "Voting doesn't matter". Hmmm ...
To those who chose not to vote, fine. Don't. I would say, "more power to you", but the truth is, its really more power for me.
Finally, I don't really care what you think. I don't really have to, see, because you don't vote. You can spin whatever rationalization you find necessary for this decision not to vote; it really, truely, doesn't matter. You may think to yourself (or even outloud for that matter) that what I think doesn't matter either. Fine. Keep telling yourself that. The problem is, is that I vote, and you don't.
See, as far as I'm concerned you not voting is one less battle I've got to fight. One less set of opinions I need to take into concideration. Whew! and God Bless America.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot ... the only reason one needs to vote: