Join me in spoiling your ballot

Another year, another election, it seems. I am in a constant state of déjà vu when discussing British politics. I know that, to those political egg heads out there, what I intend to do on December 12 is blasphemy of the highest order.

But is it really?

Am I the one to blame for not wanting to vote for Jeremy Corbyn or Boris Johnson? It’s a choice between a kick in the teeth and a kick in the balls. In this political climate I don’t feel at home with any party. Corbyn is so far left, he makes Marx look like a fascist and Johnson, two words: letter boxes.

The death of centrism in politics has left me homeless.

Political discourse has changed massively since the Leave vote in June 2016, with soon to be three general elections since the referendum, two changes in Tory leadership and two hung parliaments (and counting!).

During the 2017 election, I was excited, it was my first time to vote! But now, I feel like Brenda from Bristol thinking ‘You’re joking- not another one’, it seems as if I wouldn’t be alone in my sentiment.

However, I’ve been proven wrong, with over 3 million people registering to vote since the election was called in October. The 2017 election also had a similar surge of people registering to vote, notably from the 18-24 age class. This could be linked to the rise of political adverts on social media and celebrities encouraging their young fans to vote.

Stormzy posted on Instagram highlighting the importance of voting and independent research. The influence of these stars cannot be dismissed as folly. After Stormzy’s post, over 200,000 people registered to vote online.

I do find this admirable, the fact young people are getting involved in politics, whichever side of the spectrum they land on, but even this can’t encourage me to vote for a party. The constant drone of ‘we care for young people’ and ‘young voters are important to us’ has left me with a sense of apathy unrivalled for me to exercise my democratic right.

 “Corbyn is so far left, he makes Marx look like a fascist.”

 

This is me exercising my freedom, the freedom to show that this two-party system isn’t working for me and politics has become a chore. It may not seem it, but it will pain me to scrawl this ballot, I know that people have died in order for me to choose who leads me and I have always felt a love for politics, but this isn’t the politics I fell in love with. This is a personality contest with a side dish of chauvinism and career politicians.

Trust is a word that is thrown around in the Commons and slapped on billboards. ‘You can trust *enter any party*.

Can you?

How many times have the public been fed promises that have been delivered? Some £350 million for the NHS a week’? Abolishing tuition fees? We accept the referendum result’? Lies. All lies.

I’ve become tired of reading them. If we could trust anyone in power, including the opposition, why hasn’t Brexit been done? We voted to Leave so why haven’t we? Why are we still stuck in this never-ending cycle?

These broken promises have forced me to become apathetic to all politicians. Both parties are plagued with claims of antisemitism and Islamophobia. The House of Commons has become infected with hateful throwbacks, rather than responding to debates with facts and figures.

My love for politics isn’t dead, and won’t ever die, but what an absolute mess we are in.

I invite those like me, who feel disenfranchised to join me: spoil your ballot papers for a better Britain.