Final delivery as we sleepwalk through this nightmare
It’s election day, so I set my alarm for 4:30am this morning.
There’s a big job to do for party volunteers.
And this big job is to remind voters that there is actually an election going on.
I was delivering this leaflet:
I couldn’t believe. The LibDems had already got there before me.
Numerous batches of these cards could be seen in the hallways of every house. Had Warren Bradley been hard at work at three in the morning completing his life’s work of attempting to rid the city of all vestige of the Green Party?
My delivery round took me past a vacant house with a huge mound of rotting post spilling out the door, which enabled me to score a fine sequence of election leaflets that I spent the morning scanning in:
Interestingly, there was one particular leaflet that was missing from this archaeological timeline.
It was this one, which is an extremely petulant excuse for an apology to the Green Councillors as part of a court settlement over one of their earlier leaflets.
Here is the excerpt from the court settlement:
Politics in this electoral system is a bitter struggle that brings out the inner childishness of anyone who plays it seriously.
Is it possible that this forced apology was placed on an exceptionally crappy leaflet and delivered only houses of the known Green Party members and sympathizers?
Oh, yes, it probably is.
But don’t worry. The great British public seems to tolerate an unseemly amount of messing around with the democratic process, probably because they don’t know it’s there, they’ve never been told it’s there, they don’t get involved in order to find out it’s there, and there is essentially no referee in this game to ensure that it is fair and in any way representative of what we want.
You can lie and steal the votes of the inattentive. And no one ever gets infuriated.
See you in the morning after I’ve woken up from a night at the count.








