Almost every time I try to predict an election result, I’m wrong. This is due to wishful thinking. Yet usually the winners behave less badly than I thought – which is not wishful thinking. I shouldn’t even be allowed to vote.
The saving grace is: sometimes they indeed behave exactly as I feared they would.
This is by far the worst and most normal effect of any election: majorities turn out both smarter and yet dumber than expected. When they’re dumber, it hurts so much that I tell myself: I shouldn’t be the only one not allowed to vote. Let’s wait for the next election, I’m confident the outcome will be positive.
The saving grace is: sometimes they indeed behave exactly as I feared they would.
This is by far the worst and most normal effect of any election: majorities turn out both smarter and yet dumber than expected. When they’re dumber, it hurts so much that I tell myself: I shouldn’t be the only one not allowed to vote. Let’s wait for the next election, I’m confident the outcome will be positive.
Parfois tout marche bien, la connerie l’emporte
Je me regarde dans la glace et dis : Bravo !
La mort dans l’âme, quoi.
Je suis content, le sort m’a voulu de la sorte :
Lorsque j’ai eu raison, je me trouve plus beau
À mon grand désarroi.
Vas-y, concitoyen, surtout pas de main morte
Rassure-moi, chéri, que tu es, en idiot
Cent fois plus fort que moi !
15 Août 2025
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