The truth is, they look like stupid of third grade. Or at last, blind people trained in the fog. And I say this because when I was in the third grade of primary school I didn’t have a critical sense and I assumed that everything they taught me was and was the right thing to do. If you had read, if you had studied, it would be possible for you to notice when I extrapolate a quote, when I say an idea of your own, and what the distance between mockery and offense is. The one who is going to vote forming rows and staining his fingers with ink without having written a piece of shit simply sucks, a lot.
I do not question myself for a second as to whether it is right, whether it is wrong, whether it is correct or not to go and vote. No. What I’m asking myself is what the result of going to vote is. That is to say, after decades of such and such an overthrow of such and such a dictatorship, what is left for whom? In what have who progressed through the fucking vote? I don’t know anyone – and I mean, I know a lot of people – who has benefited from voting for this or that son of a bitch on duty.
Now, if they tell me that to vote I only have to dial an asterisk 666 from my mobile, or if I can do it from my computer, then things change. But going to vote implies – after paying taxes, fees, or whatever you want to call it- the fact that they take away part of the money you earn by working, paying for breakfast, mid-morning, lunch, snack and dinner from a batch of sub normals who, thanks to the State, have a great time that weekend, because eating for free is something very high for them. Anyone who has worked in politics from below knows what the fuck I’m talking about.
The classic middle class, the idiot par excellence, the hypocrite intellectual who in his imbecility believes that going to mark a ballot gives him enough authority to fill his mouth with the word “democracy”, may have a brief idea of what voting is, but has no chance of understanding what it means to “choose”, does not imagine what “opt” is. Except in Finland, perhaps, going to vote is only to mark in person that you agree with the fuck. Call bumpy streets fuck, or drones tearing up innocent people. Call it fucking shitting on the fucking “collateral.”
I’m not going to vote. If they want my vote, they should come to my house, in any case, making an appointment in advance, obviously. And to laugh alone, or with a few others, do you know why not voting is fined but going to prison is not necessary? Because if ten percent of the population did not vote, there would be no place to imprison them, and because ten percent of the population works, and that is why it is necessary. When voting does not mean conscientiously choosing who is best to make the right decisions, it becomes an act of idiocy without style.