I hate elections. I mean, I really hate them. For several weeks leading up to each election, I have to put up with politicians, friends, the media and everyone else and their grandmother telling me what to do and how to think.
Twitter, what was once my escape from the political world, has only compounded this problem.
Many of the people I follow on Twitter are friends or colleagues, or simply people I just find amusing or informative in whatever faucet about themselves they’ve opted to bring to the twitterverse. Whatever the reason is that I follow them, it’s certainly not for their political insight or election coverage updates. Because if that was what they predominately tweeted, I assure you that I would not be one of their followers.
I just don’t get it. Maybe everyone else experiences some sort of rush during an election that I seem to miss, or maybe it’s that there has been four elections in the past year or so and election time has morphed into some sort of ritual like the Banjo Bowl, or Thanksgiving. Whatever it is, it has passed me by, and now I long to edit the tweeps that I follow and burry my head in the sand, if only for the duration of this and every election.
The problem is is that I enjoy the people I follow Twitter. Red River College Creative Communication journalism students are at some sort of election assignment right now and I’m fighting the urge to unfollow every single one of them with all the strength I can muster.
It’s not just them either. Come election time, everyone thinks they’re Rex Murphy. Sports reporters, music nuts, humour accounts, family, everyone! It’s getting out of hand, and testing my sanity.
--Note-- I became a shaking ball of rage at this point in writing my blog, and spun of into a tirade about how useless politicians and their messages are, before I had to take a break, come back and edit this post to remain on topic. It was ugly... and really time consuming. Watching the news wasn’t help either.
I turn to Twitter to escape the lies, deceit and madness that dominates the media during a campaign, yet my timeline is full of #mbvotes. Disproportionately full, considering that most people I follow aren’t even from Manitoba, let alone political.
“Get out there and vote”, “Vote for change”, “Don’t vote for that schmuck” , “Vote for me, or else you’ll be aiding in the destructing of this province”.
..... “SHUTUP!”
Fueling my rage is the redundancy of it all. Janet Stewart’s apparent closing statement of "get out there and VOTE!" has filled my entire twitter page. I find this demand to be down right rude. Not just because of the tweeps who felt the urge to quote her, but the fact that Stewart, a politician seeking election, thus seeking the approval of a majority– even if from a minority of the population– couldn’t take the time or characters to add a ‘please’.
She can’t even remember to include basic manners in her speech and expects me to vote for her, or join her cause or whatever. That’s like hiring a journalist who doesn’t know how to use a comma.
Unfortunately, I can’t unfollow people just for the duration of the election, nor can I ignore tweets that carry a specific hashtag. (Someone smarter than I should look into this...)
Since it is unrealistic of the political twitterverse to ask me to unfollow everyone who tweets with #mbvotes, I’m going to make an equally unrealistic request of the political world.
Stop telling me what to do. If you want my vote, if you want me to feel like my vote actually matters, if you want me to even consider paying attention to whatever half-truths you’re trying to convey to me, stop talking AT me. Tell me why you like this province, and where you would like to see it go. Ask me to vote and give me a reason. Don’t tell me to vote for fear of being shunned by my peers. Edit your message for content.
Throwing back to my previous post, (yes, I realize I’m crossing to points in this blog, but I feel I really needed them both) politicians must edit their tone if they want their message to be heard outside the norm. It’s not always what you say, but how you say it, and Twitter for me, is not a place I want to be preached at. Edit your tone.
Until the political world edits their message from one delivered with a hammer to one of a full two-way conversation, I will not participate. And I believe that the youth vote that I hear is so weak and virtually nonexistent will remain so.