A Curtain Call: The Last Hoorah.

I've done my utmost to stay out of this. I have. I honestly have. I've kept my ranting free from the politics, on the whole, and have only broached the subject when discussing things of larger public interest. Today, however, is March the 6th, 2010, and within the next 24-hours or so we should have a newly formed government. The time has come, it seems, for me to enter my last plea. Ineffective and pointless, I need to have my say. It comes at a cross-roads in my life, where I have been driven to the brink, only to be brought back thanks to the unbelievable work of my friends. Today could seal the coffin in which I find my nationalism. Today could be the final nail that promises my impending emigration. Today could be the last time I could have been proud to have called myself British. Today I could reconsider my whole life. Today I could be part of the greatest political revolution of my lifetime. Today I could drop out and leave. Today is a momentous day in my life: today is the culmination of weeks of tireless proselytizing. Today is the General Election. Today is the day that David Cameron takes office. If this is true, God help us all.

It wouldn't come as a surprise to many, I am sure, that I am a bit of a liberal. I take umbrage with the Conservatives because they're despicable by any standard; I have issue with Labour because they're liars, and I have issue with the Liberal Democrats because that's not what they are. Centre-left is not liberal. That's liberal-moderate. That's pathetic. That's condoning homophobia from the right. Today is the day that I cast my ballot in a futile hope to prevent David-I-hate-gays-Cameron out of office. Today I tried to democratically voice my dissent against the greedy, whoremongering scum who reign in Whitehall. Today I registered my utter disenfranchisement with a system which props-up elitist, old money pricks, and nouveau-riche tossers. David Cameron shot down laws which might have aided gay people being able to adopt. No one speaks out about nuclear proliferation because we're scared of the consequences. Yes, it's all well and good to be scared -- but if you are frightened of the consequences then you are no better than the people who whip up the fear in the first place. Nuclear proliferation is not a deterrent. It's amoral and patently ludicrous. If the Tories gain office this evening, or tomorrow morning, then come and join me on the streets. They will persecute people like me. They are no better than the shadowy figures who spout homophobia. They have not changed. Don't be fooled by the lies, please.

It's a platitude, but as one voice we could have had an impact. These things will effect you. They will change your life. They will mould it. Not for the better. We will regress, and go back on ourselves. We will never have the freedoms or the equality we allegedly support. We prop-up unjust, draconian systems which protect neo-Nazis and despicable despots. You are not participating in a democratic election: you are participating in farce. Farce played out on National stage; we're all the characters, the puppets; Osborne and his ilk - the greedy, elitist, bigots - are protected by the very thing you think changes things. Today is the only opportunity that I can see where you could actually effect some change.

Go out and vote, please. And don't vote Tory. If you do you are condemning minorities to at least another five-years of inequality and malignancy.

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It continues:

"I object to the offspring of Mr and Mrs syllogism being refered to as pointless! By the way just because you say these are pointless arguments it doesn't mean that they are! Didn't think it through all the way to the end did you?"