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Friday, June 04, 2004
UKIP 2004, Sinn Fein 1918. Somewhat apologetically may I point you in the direction of one of my own comments on another blog, not to mention the post itself. It's about situations when a "wasted" vote is not wasted.
I'm still not sure who to vote for. For the first time in my life I am split three ways:
1) UKIP for the reasons quoted in the comment. On the downside, UKIP is perpetually vulnerable to infiltration from the far right. On the upside to the downside, Labour is equally vulnerable to infiltration from the far left and I'm considering voting for them, too.
2) Conservative, to get the candidate who would be most likely to do the things I want a member of the European Parliament to do, in so far as I want them to do anything other than resign.
3) Labour, to support the Prime Minister. Did I really write that? Yes. I keep hearing that stacks of people who generally approve of his performance as Prime Minister are going to vote against him over the issue of Iraq. I wouldn't mind being a tiny counterweight. Can't stand the man as PM, admire his moral courage (I really wrote that, too) over Iraq.
I think I shall keep my vote secret the better to keep in with incompatible groups of friends and out with incompatible groups of enemies.
UPDATE or maybe this should be a separate post on the peverse incentive not to link to people who just linked to me. I just linked to Brian Micklethwait on Samizdata. I then read down a few posts and cursed mightily. Micklethwait, the villain, had just linked to me. It looks so embarrassing. Honest, Guv, I didn't know! (Yet it probably was no coincidence. For a few days my mind will often run in parallel to that of another blogger. That's the whole idea of this mutual exchange of ideas bit, innit.) Perhaps if I had seen the post where Brian linking to me before I wrote mine linking to him I would have half-consciously steered away from writing mine, for fear of it looking as incestuous as it does.
But I've written it now and it would offend against my sense of economy to delete it.
Brian, don't link to this.
UPDA... oh, why bother. Like no one guessed this was coming.