I vehemently refuse to engage in the American contrivance known as ‘voting’.
Why would I, an American citizen, rebuff the political franchise – the civil right of suffrage? After-all, the United States has a lengthy history with the right to vote; the milestones of suffrage are extensive products of social change and resistance. Why would I then reject what is branded as a powerful means of expression? The answer is fairly straightforward: to take part in a political system which is awash with corporate interests and the financial stimulation which accompany such interests is to willingly become fettered to the corrupt political apparatus itself. Your ballot becomes the chain, shackling you to the legislative machine; it is self-induced bondage.
There are those who contend that by refusing to vote for corrupt parties, neither of which I agree with, I have therein negated my right to hold an opinion; the pulling of a level and pressing of a button exemplifies the highest standard of expression in the eyes of mainstream Americans. Tangible discourse in the form of street protests and rallies has been whitewashed in order to promote what can easily be called the most passive method of dissent – voting.
The regime of the United States of America is run by plutocrats in democratic-sheep’s clothing: the bourgeois, the capitalists, the magnates – they execute the role of plebeian to such a fine-tuned extent yet this state of uncontested ministering has its flaws. The only effective, tried and true method which will bring about change is for people to act – physically; to revolt, to take to the streets. You want freedom? Take it. The corrupt capitalistic system must be dismantled.
You do not defeat a broken government by taking part in its shattered system, you subdue it and bring it to its knees.
I am more free than the man or woman who sits, boasting about how they have taken part in the political machine. Why? I do not need corrupt regulation to justify my opinion. A ballot does not give me veracious representation; I have chosen to become my own commissioner, my own delegate.
A ballot is no more than a piece of paper or a blip on the computer screen. My voice and any tangible action in the form of civic activism I take is worth much more – this, in comparison to all else, is priceless.
The master has given his slave the precious right to vote and the slave is grateful, but as we know “…giving every man a vote has no more made men wise and free than [religion] has made them good.” - Henry Mencken
I have no master, I am no ones slave and I ardently oppose to have my mind shackled to the corrupt empire.
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