cherish the love, fucker

I voted.

The process was easy-peasy: I electronically applied for postal voting, upon which I received my ballot papers in space, then I filled them out and mailed them back to earth.

I finally voted.

It made me feel particularly good this time since I had missed two earlier votes. One time, while I was in Uzbekistan, my ballot papers had arrived late. The other time they had gotten lost in Azerbaijan. But this year I managed to vote.

I have thus turned from a dirty rotten non-voter who is partially responsible for the success of the Trumps, the Farages, the Meuthens, the Berlusconis, and the Le Pens in the world – to a citizen.

Feels good.

Being part of a democratic system is like being in a relationship is like growing a plant: you have to cherish it and nurture it and never forget how lucky you are, or else the love will go away and it will fucking die.

The European Elections are from May 23rd until May 26th.