The occasional jottings of a middle-aged husband and father who can see Detroit from his house.
Don't look at me. I didn't vote for him.
AKA, Exhibit 7,214 in Why Women Shouldn't Have The Vote. Can anyone imagine an all-male electorate electing this vain, empty-headed show-pony? Or Barack Obama, for that matter? Or gross incompetents like Julia Gillard in Australia?To be clear, I'm pretty sure I shouldn't have the vote either. I'm of upper-tier intelligence, but what do I know about monetary policy? Or foreign affairs? Or corporate taxation? (etc.) And the vast majority of voters are stupider than me, so how can they possibly come to a dispassionate, rational decision about party platforms? Of course they don't even try: the mob just allows itself to be swept hither and yon by waves of sentiment and emotion. One great benefit of the age of social media is that we can finally see, close up, the precise degree of superficiality and intellectual laziness our fellow citizens exhibit when it comes to decisions about matters of governance.And so, my adopted country has selected a preening, vacuous non-entity as its prime minister, not due to a judicious weighing of his policies against the alternatives, but because he most effectively channelled the emotional self-regard of a plurality of the mob. And democracy takes one more step along the road to its inevitable suicide.
Is it aluminum or aluminium in French?