I don’t vote.
Sure, I turn up to the polling booth on the appointed days and get my name crossed off. But I honestly can’t remember the last time I cast a valid vote. I search the ballot paper, trying to find someone, anyone that is worth providing two bucks worth of support to – but it doesn’t seem to happen.
It seems I am not alone.
I’m prepared to believe that percentage of the 140k informal votes were not done deliberately but it would seem that tens of thousands of my fellow Victorians chose not support any of the candidates they were forced to choose from. And Good On Them I say.
The roots of my political inactivity can be traced back to my father. He was a politically active kind of guy and so I have seen first hand everything I need to turn me off voting forever. The escalating series of bullying, ethical compromises etc that are required to be preselected and possibly elected has made the process one dominated by insiders. The skills required to “get elected” are not necessarily those required for representative government so I’m not going to add a single digit to someone whose only skill is being able to climb ahead of other potential candidates.
Maybe I’m a faux nostalgist. Maybe there never really was a time when “people of note” took time off from their normal life to stand for office. When pork barrelling wasn’t the primary policy driver.
If anyone like that does stand in my local electorate – I may change my default policy. Even if his name is Pedro.