If I ever become re-engaged with party politics, if I ever decide to vote in an election or to publicly support one candidate over another, it will mean that I have finally become a political nihilist. It will mean that I have come to believe that the game is completely meaningless and that I might as well play it for my own amusement, regardless of the consequences. It will mean that I truly do not give a shit about anyone or anything aside from that which entertains me for the moment.
I can’t see that happening for the foreseeable future.
Of course, since I can’t see it, it’s not be foreseeable. Not, at least, to me. (As if I would bother to write about something that is foreseeable to someone else but not to me.) That is, it could happen but I don’t expect it.
[shrug] Bottom line: I follow party politics with something approaching but never quite reaching the interest with which I follow news about sports rivalries and celebrity madness.
I care little about whether or not Charlie Sheen will ever appear in another movie or TV show. I care a bit less than that about who is the leader of the party that happens to be nominally in charge of the province or nation that claims jurisdiction over the chunks of land on which I live.
I don’t care about party politics because I am convinced that the differences between parties is almost entirely cosmetic and that to engage in the struggles between parties is to be delusional, willfully ignorant, or (as I said earlier) nihilistic.
People who want to make a positive difference in their communities can probably find a thousand interesting, rewarding, and effective ways to do that. I don’t believe for a second that one of those ways is to become involved in electoral politics.
I reject the notion that popular vote is a decent or rational way to decide what is right, what is good, or what should be done — but that’s another matter, perhaps.