1) Denial: This is awesome! Thirty parties instead of two, a voting booth sponsored by letters A through Z, an actual blue cardboard box to put your popular post-it in--it's so cool. I'll definitely find a party that represents me!
2) Anger: I can't believe that my party didn't get in/ is out of the coalition/ is in the coalition but sold out its constituents. You bastards! I am not falling for the same trick twice--I'll vote for the other guys. Or, you know, the other other guys. Or maybe the Pot Survivors Party. I've got options!
3) Bargaining: C'mon, isn't there one issue I can trust someone on? I'll accept your hacks and your deputy ministers of sanitation, just keep one promise! Please?
4) Depression: It doesn't make a difference, does it? We have no states, provinces or districts. Even if the party I vote for gets in and sits in the government, I have no address to turn to. F- it, who'd I vote for last time? I wouldn't even vote if we didn't get a day off.
5) Acceptance: Serenity now. I can't worry about who will form a government with whom or which back-benchers will be left in the Knesset to actually pas legislation. I have to vote with my heart, damn the consequences.
So where has this led me? Well, it's MLK Day, so I'm going with a fiery reverend who dreams of integrating the black community with society as a whole. He's been condemned, vilified, excommunicated, hounded and threatened, but he still holds his head high. He believes that a free nation cannot prosper with a permanent underclass. He knows the best way to fight racism is with fortitude and dignity. He wants you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. His name is MK Rabbi Haim Amsalem. My vote may get his party over the threshold, or it may not. I've accepted that, and life is much better that way.
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