Women worked hard to earn the right to vote and I am considering relinquishing it.
Well, basically it makes no fucking difference as the same old shit goes around whoever is in power.
Many of us truly hoped for something different under Blair. Say. No. More.
In Gib we have two parties. Nothing changes, apart from who’s mates with those in power. Many younger people here don’t and won’t vote.
In Spain, there was a proposed alliance between a minor party and the Popular (ha!) Party, but the deal was that politicians could be tried for anything they did wrong. Heavens! We can’t have politicians subject to the law. Natch, the deal fell through.
Apathy? I don’t know. But it increasingly seems to about one self-serving greedy class of selfish idiots over another. The end result is the same: less income, higher taxes, fewer public services. And lots of ridiculous propaganda.
The only meaningful vote I think I have made in my life was for Brexit. The bastards in Parliament are still trying to reverse it.
And … the second reason is, that being on the electoral register qualifies one for jury service. Now, I am nearly sixty. I can not spend three hours in a goddam courtroom without going to the toilet. The advisory letter basically tells you to starve yourself and not drink before you turn up so you don’t need the toilet. Great. Basically I’m likely to pass out or vomit in court.
I am not interested in determining someone’s guilt or innocence depending on who has got the better lawyer. I certainly don’t want to be targeted later as a member of the jury that convicted someone.
In my past life I have spent enough time in magistrates, county, and crown court. It’s not exactly a new thing for me. But at least reporters could sneak out for a pee.
There is basically no remuneration or exemption in Gib. And we can be called every three years up to the age of 100, or something like that. My partner has a contract (self-employed) three days a week. He would lose that money. For what? Civic duty? That could cost him hundreds depending on the length of a trial.
So on this not very auspicious International Women’s Day, when we can honestly celebrate nothing, and I mean nothing, I am flying in the face of everything my feminist predecessors fought for. But still, equal ops and all that, so is my partner.
I can’t imagine my fate being determined by ‘my peers’. Who are my peers? Snotty toffee-nosed snobs who went to university and voted against Brexit. People aren’t equal and never have been, regardless of the token housewife, black person, brown person, working class person that make up the jury. Perhaps I’m leaning against jury trials. Nothing to do with being called again next year.
Back to IWD (a bit like IUD). Now we have the vote, well some of us do, can we possibly do something about health care, contraception, abortion rights (yes Donald, go fuck yourself), education, prostitution and pornography?