Therat
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04:12:11 pm on Octubre 16, 2006 | # |
I hate going to vote. I hate it because it means going out in the cruel October sun, on Sunday nonetheless. It happens when you live at the Tropics. But as if it were not bad enough, we had the worst choices ever.
Wait. We’ve had awful political times. But this elections are simply defying awfulness.
I am very clumsy when it comes to voting. I fumble around with the papers (they’re poster-sized, you see), I can’t for the life of me recognize more than two or three faces por diputees (we have to choose 18 – from a dozen parties). It comes as a surprise, when I remember how little our country is. But, after all, we are fragmented. We are ethnically, culturally, geographically and ideologically divided, not in two, but into at least four factions, some weak, some strong, but all demanding.
We are a scale-sized model of the world: with this physical and metaphysical diversity could be a paradise. But we are such an inferno, sometimes.
Our two candidates to presidence are complete opposites. One is dreaming of making his very own huasipungo from us, throwing candy to the avid (or should I say insanely dependant?) masses. The other one wants to play the socialist hero, without a real concertation for his plans.
So I came in low spirits to work today. Had not even the morals to plug in my player. Just made the journey staring to the faces of the people in the metro. And when I got out in my stop, ready to wait an eternity for the green light to shine for us pedestrians to pass, something happened. A driver stopped, and waved us across the street. The guys on the other cars made faces, but he stopped.
I started to smile, thinking it was a small sing we are not such a rotten lot; but a second later I grimaced, remembering all the times I’ve laughed along with my friends about being hopeful, just to see your hopes smashed later.
Sad is the day, kingdom, when your king is an idiot.
