Compulsory voting

I’m an avid participant in our democratic system.  I also feel strongly that those who don’t vote should shut the hell up about how government operates.  Your failure to participate in it negates your privilege to complain about it.

I am constantly disappointed in voter turnout.  Sure, there are plenty of folks I believe should be prohibited from voting.  That would include ill-informed people who do such things as voting along party lines simply because that’s much easier than learning about the individual candidates and issues, then voting conscience instead of partisanship.

Given these two facts, what are my thoughts on compulsory voting?  I think it’s a terrible idea.

Richard makes several important points supporting the premise of forced democracy.  Despite the seeming logic, however, the taste of the phrase rolling from my tongue is cause for nausea.  The draft is marginally tolerable in defense of the country.  To institute such a policy to force citizens to vote is in no way comparable to that premise.

Voters are allowed to abstain from any race.  Not voting in an election is the equivalent of abstaining from all races on the ballot.  He suggests allowing blank ballots to compensate for this right.  Perhaps I missed the point of making people go to the polls.  I agree that getting bodies to voting locations would increase participation; equally, I understand that many would abstain from the race by way of the blank ballot, thereby accomplishing little in the way of forcing their participation.

Democracy is a voluntary system, not a compulsory one.  Attempting to force anyone to vote in any race is indeed a violation of personal freedom despite his claim that “the imposition of voting is very small compared to the social benefits noted…”  You may recognize that as synonymous with “the ends justify the means.”  In the same manner — and significantly more important to the general welfare — let us also implement compulsory charitable donations.  Even better, the government should simply remove said donations from our income much like taxes.  “In the interest of the greater good” moves us significantly toward that place we are desperately trying to avoid at present: a police state.

The idea of paternalistic compulsion and its related concerns is an excellent philosophical debate.  That said, however, I do not believe his rendition of the argument provides sufficient material to rebut.  We certainly do not believe our government to be trustworthy; assuming so to countervail the issue does an injustice to his point.

I cannot negate the pro arguments he makes.  Dramatically increasing voter participation would serve many purposes, not the least of which would be to ensure a more informed electorate and a government truly chosen by the majority of a country’s denizens — not just a majority of voters.  Unequal representation is often a direct result of low voter turnout as he mentions.  There are other positive aspects that he points out as well as some beyond the scope of his post.

None of these things warrant compulsory voting.  Doing a thing because you want to is vastly different from doing a thing because you have to.  In addition, being forced to do a thing is by no means a guarantee that said thing will be done properly or with any serious consideration.  Some forced to the polls may well serve their own interests by random or arbitrary voting.  I would much prefer that not happen as it does not serve the greater good and can work against the people’s interests.

Like Richard, I’d be interested in knowing what you think about the idea.

The Snow: Episode IV

I returned by the same path whence I had traveled to the shores of the lake, following my now obscured trail back to that snow-covered place where my journey commenced.  Even now the snow fell heavily again, more heavily than before.  I had erred when first I contemplated the snow’s waning grip on reality.  It came in heaving waves of cold and frost, first heavy, then light, then heavy again.  Each passing oscillation of the snow’s heavenly fall gestured yet again that it was indeed powerful, that its hold on time and space was inarguable, and each time it came stronger and harder.  Had the snow not declared its time was limited?  This newfound strength surely was not evidence of such.

Even now, my existence in this place measured in hours and the snow deep by inches, the transformation of the world was yet incomplete.  The truth of this I felt in the core of my being.  Time now marked in depth of snow, there was yet more to come.  I felt confidence that this moment represented only the midpoint of Earth’s alteration.

My feet carried me forward as my eyes yearned to retrace my path.  While I had traveled this way only a short time before, the footsteps of my previous journey hid below the fresh surface of the snow, shielded from my eyes by the purity of white falling so powerfully about me and upon me.

I stood briefly under the cover of a tree stripped of its leafy protection, borrowing momentarily from its branches what little cover they could provide.  Its naked self was robed with inches of snow now, its many arms weighed heavily under the load, its creaking under the weight coinciding with every wind.  It called out under the strain.  I listened intently to its cries — or was it laughter and an expression of joy, a voice thanking the snow for its covering of the tree’s nakedness, an expression of gratitude for this blanket thrown upon the realm of sleeping life?  Absent its own protecting foliage, perhaps the tree lamented its exposure and vulnerability and thanked the snow for even an icy embrace.  The thought warmed me; that must be it.

I glanced back along the creek and forest toward the water’s winding way across the park, taking measure of my own travel.  Was this the path upon which my footsteps had fallen before the gray dawn took hold of the planet?  My intellect said it was so, yet my senses denied this truth in the absence of evidence: the marks of my feet in the snow were already gone, shrouded under the heavy covering forcefully thrown upon this place. 

Looking back through the park at the snow (126_2681)

How many times had I been here?  How many times had I walked these same paths?  Decades measured my familiarity with the natural beauty that once encompassed the lake.  Never had I seen it so completely transformed.

Are we so powerful to obscure from you the reality in which you exist?  We make a new existence from which will spring your world once again, like the butterfly springs from the cocoon.  This landscape you consider so alien now is the selfsame refuge you have enjoyed many times before.

I dared not respond.  The snow procured from me time and energy now lost in the wintry maelstrom heavily cloaking all that is — that was.  Drawn from home by a power yet revealed to me and answerable to a calling which could not yet be identified fully, I expended my childlike awe in the hours passed since I first stepped outside of the fire-warmed safety of home and hearth.  I was not disappointed by these events.  Curiosity sated and seasonal joy fulfilled, my mind was satisfied by the exploration of this frosty landscape, the place’s original memory within me changed forever by the splendor of this Valentine’s Day transformation.  I yet did not clearly understand the snow’s intent.  Nevertheless, I was enthralled with the experience.

My camera equally was filled with sights and sounds of the snow’s power.  I and my digital counterpart were satiated by the drink we enjoyed from winter’s fountain, both caressed by icy hands and made to feel at peace with the loss of the world we knew so well.  My invincible attire now was washed white with the heavy precipitation that shrouded life’s true colors.  The hush that fell upon me and all about me loudly whispered that this cocoon was only temporary, that it must be enjoyed while the snow still had strength sufficient to maintain it.

Tarry not.  Your quest nears completion.  We still are incomplete in this place, our power not fully realized, yet our time continues to wane.  Henceforth carry forward in our will lest you deny yourself that which we bring you.

I felt now that I approached in time and place that moment and event that this journey intended to produce for me.  Failing to comprehend in its entirety what purpose with which the snow pressed me forward, I remained compelled to follow.  I walked.

I think that covers it adequately

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Random Thought

The fact that man knows right from wrong proves his intellectual superiority to other creatures; but the fact that he can do wrong proves his moral inferiority to any creature that cannot.

— Mark Twain

‘The Prophet’: On Teaching

On genuine teaching being not the transfer of information by rote but instead the nurture of learning…

No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.

If he is indeed wise he does not bid you enter the house of his wisdom, but rather leads you to the threshold of your own mind.
The astronomer may speak to you of his understanding of space, but he cannot give you his understanding.
The musician may sing to you of the rhythm which is in all space, but he cannot give you the ear which arrests the rhythm nor the voice that echoes it.

For the vision of one man lends not its wings to another man.