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And it all begins again.

For those who don't know, Little Johnny "Bonsai" Howard has called an election on the 9th of October. This means the crap is about to start again!

thorfinn has done up a bit of a rant about it here. If you are an Australian, please read it NOW!

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thorfinn
Aug. 30th, 2004 09:23 pm (UTC)
And seriously, if you're an Australian Citizen, don't turn off on the issue. Politics matters. You can and do make a difference by participating in elections, even if you're in a "safe seat". Safe seats have been lost before, and have been destabilised before. Even if it's just the latter, it matters, because that's a clear signal to the party that the individual in that seat is unwelcome to even their staunch voters, which means that individual loses party influence. Your vote counts, no matter where it is. Use it.
the_metatron
Aug. 31st, 2004 12:37 am (UTC)
The day before my leave officially starts!

And thanks again for gmailing me.
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