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How Your Vote Works (Redux)

Three years ago in the lead up to the last Australian federal election I did a series of posts describing how the Federal Parliament and the voting systems work in Australia.

With a new federal election just around the corner, it's probably worthwhile bringing them back up again. So, without further delay:

How Your Vote Works:


I hope this helps.

Also - If you are voting in this election, I wholeheartedly recommend you visit Below The Line to help you organise your Senate voting ticket. While you can simply vote 1 above the line, if you do that you are giving your vote to that political party to allocate as they see fit. With the way Senate voting works in Australia, preferences are very important and badly allocated preferences can see the wrong people (ie the people you don't want to get in) getting in on your vote.

This entry was originally posted at http://halloranelder.dreamwidth.org/17236.html. Comments are accepted here or there using OpenID.

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fluffworld
Sep. 8th, 2013 10:10 am (UTC)
This was helpful, thank you.

I voted below the line and apparently contrary to the way everyone else voted. Hmph. Ah well. Gives me something concrete to fight for the next 3 years I guess!
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