“Not going to,” Sam said. “It’s a waste of time and effort.”
“Don’t you believe in exercising your right as a citizen?”
“That right has been perverted, warped, and virtually stolen,” Sam said. “In the first place, I don’t put any real hope in politics. Secondly, the growing prevalence of vote fraud in recent hears proves the system is broken. Besides, even if I had complete confidence voters and votes are properly accounted for, we’re given the choices the Power Elites want us to have for the purpose of perpetuating their corrupt system.”
“So you’re not voting at all?”
“No. However, if you have faith your vote gets counted and means something, I suppose voting in local government races may be worthwhile. You’ll have greater impact at the local level. You can write off the big name races. The fix was in there a long time ago.”
“Then why do the presidential candidates make such a big deal out of campaigning?” I started pacing the room, phone set in hand. The sun was setting, leaving interesting shadows and patterns on the wall.
“The Power Elites know how important it is to keep up appearances,” Sam said. “The masses have to have something to believe in. Also, with the diversity of voting systems in the states and counties, vote fraud across the board isn’t a done deal. There’s not a unified system in place to guarantee things will go a certain way.”
“I see what you mean,” I said. “I heard someone on a talk show once say that there have always been ways to rig elections, but it’s easier with computers these days.”
“Exactly. Someone pushes a button somewhere in the hierarchy of things, and it changes everything.” Sam paused shortly before changing the subject. “You’re probably wondering what you can write on your blog to bring in the survival angle, right?”
“Well, now that you mention it…”
“Sally and I were picking up a few items at the big box place the other day, and the young man cashiering looked up and smiled as Sally placed a bag of beans on the counter. He said he’s seen a lot of rice and beans go out the door in recent weeks, due to the economy.”
“I’m sure,” I said.
“What he said next is what really caught my interest though. He said a friend has an Internet business selling preparedness goods.”
“Small world,” I interjected.
“Indeed. He went on to say his friend has expressed his preference for the candidate he thought would keep us safe, whatever that means. But if the other guy makes it in, his business will go through the roof.”
“Very interesting. Do you think he’s on to something?”
“Time will tell,” Sam said. “Perhaps your readers will have something to say. You encourage comments, don’t you?”
“And they may be buying more through DestinySurvival, too, if the cashier’s friend is right.”
“That means a lot of new people will be taking a look,” I said.
“The economy is on an unstoppable path to who knows where,” Sam said. “And as one commentator I read has put it, we’re headed for either Socialism or National Socialism. We’re well down that path already. Various other threats, real or imagined, aren’t going away tomorrow, you know. So how much does the election really matter?”