I’ll never start my blog entry with this cliche “Every vote counts.” Never. Nor will I pronounce, “One vote can make a change.” Besides, I hate, read this–I H-A-T-E talking about politics. If there’s any change in the political situation, especially during the election, here in the Philippines (okay, I’ll trim it down), well, in our town, that is the surge of unwanted candidates and the rise of the traditional politicians who promise the same platform over and over again. And that is not a change at all, right? I have lost my faith in politics, just because I keep hearing infringed political jingles that cry a thousand obscene adjectives that I can think of. It depresses me. Politics is a dirty sport and overhearing convos about tactics by these politicians drive me to puke. Thus, I decline to hear those talks. And I turn to my own conscience: who to vote and why I must vote. And of course, I would never disclose it here. But I have high hopes that everything will turn out to be, well, to borrow my student’s own wish–INSPIRING.
This day, May 13, marks the midterm elections, wherein every Filipino cast his or her vote for the 12 senators, the members of the House of Representatives, party list, the provincial board members, mayors, vice-mayors, and municipal councilors . When this historical moment comes, inevitable incidents and glitches also occur, adding more color to its being historical. The media covers every ambush, every fraud, every hullabaloo that rises out of this political circus. And the people (including the senior citizens, the heavily pregnant women and even the prisoners) fall in line to make their votes matter (that is if they haven’t bought their votes to the entities who sneaked in their houses the night before).
SO, here are the election situations early morning when I myself fell in line to cast my own vote. The precincts opened at seven o’clock, but when I got there at exactly seven o’clock, this is what I found myself into:
I heaved a sigh of relief after the PCOS machine accepted the ballot.
OK. I’m done. Gotta wait for the result when it closes later at seven in the evening. I will just keep my fingers crossed. I voted “servants” whom I think are deserving of my vote. I count myself in. For whatever happens after this, I took part in this historical moment. And my vote mattered.