I watched the third [and last] "leaders debates" last night.
It was the usual headache inducing cacophony of accusations, interruptions and blaming everyone else for the mess we're in.
I had the germs of a change of mind though. Having decided that under no circumstances would I ever buy a used car off any of them even if it came with a gold plated certificate, and that goes for any of their party representatives also, I thought to myself that maybe I should vote.
The problem is that the outcome is a foregone conclusion. No one is going to win, so immediately every single promise they have made will be on the table as they scrabble for power when they form a coalition. Frankly I couldn't give a flying shite who wins because they are all the same. I have gone from extreme disillusionment into pure apathy. They don't care about me or my opinions so why should I give a single fuck for them? I hold them all equally in contempt.
I have to go to the village on Friday anyway, so I may vote. This is just a tentative may and not an absolute will, as a lot depends on the weather. If it's raining, I won't bother my arse.
So who will I vote for? Well, my number one will definitely go to Charlie Keddy. He is a complete no-hoper but I like his beard. Next I might go for Bob Kearns. I have never heard of him either, nor have I ever heard of Katrina Hutchinson so it's a toss up which will get my two or three. I think I might stop there. There is a danger that my votes might accidentally spill over into one of the nastier specimens and horror of horrors, actually get one of them elected.
Of course a lot of people here might use the same tactic. As a protest they will vote for the no-hopers. Now that would be priceless – 158 independents who thought they hadn't a chance and all milling around in the Dáil wondering what the fuck they should do next.
This election could be interesting after all.