voting makes me cry
May. 5th, 2005 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lobelia321There are three things that will unfailingly bring tears to my eyes:
a) World Cup goals for an African nation
b) Olympic medals for athletes struggling with tears as their anthem plays
c) polling booths.
I just love democracy. And I just love voting day. I went to my polling station today, and there were knots of people streaming in: families with children and several couples holding hands! Oh, the cuteness of it. And I love those small, elderly, geeky people who sit so earnestly at their battered tables and take your polling card and very seriously strike you off a list and hand you the voting slip.
But I was only allowed to vote on the lilac slip! For the local council elections! Waah. Am lowly second-class EU citizen. T'h, otoh, could vote nationally because he is Commonwealth. Bloody Empire.
Still, my heart soared and my tears welled as I exited the church hall where all this took place. I am so moved by it. By the nuts and bolts of democracy, when the politicians get to shut up for one day and the way there are no party posters or signs at the polling station, it's just democracy pure.
Will I stay up all night to watch the result? Well, tomorrow I must hie me to London to renew my passport so possibly not. Also off to have lunch with a friend in Soho and to do research on D/D.
I forgot schmaltzy films. They will make me weep, too. Spielberg, Karan Johar: never fails.
a) World Cup goals for an African nation
b) Olympic medals for athletes struggling with tears as their anthem plays
c) polling booths.
I just love democracy. And I just love voting day. I went to my polling station today, and there were knots of people streaming in: families with children and several couples holding hands! Oh, the cuteness of it. And I love those small, elderly, geeky people who sit so earnestly at their battered tables and take your polling card and very seriously strike you off a list and hand you the voting slip.
But I was only allowed to vote on the lilac slip! For the local council elections! Waah. Am lowly second-class EU citizen. T'h, otoh, could vote nationally because he is Commonwealth. Bloody Empire.
Still, my heart soared and my tears welled as I exited the church hall where all this took place. I am so moved by it. By the nuts and bolts of democracy, when the politicians get to shut up for one day and the way there are no party posters or signs at the polling station, it's just democracy pure.
Will I stay up all night to watch the result? Well, tomorrow I must hie me to London to renew my passport so possibly not. Also off to have lunch with a friend in Soho and to do research on D/D.
I forgot schmaltzy films. They will make me weep, too. Spielberg, Karan Johar: never fails.