It is not uncommon that in tribal societies the rules and ordinances governing day to day society are decided upon by a group of elders. And this makes sense. If one should live to be so old with tigers and other such monsters about, they might just have something worth saying.
But we of the civilized west, with our drugs and hospitals, where anyone can live to be a thousand, also let the old speak on our behalf. Democracy indeed.
Sure, anyone over eighteen can vote, but why would they? Why when you have iPods, videogames, alcohol, MySpace and hot, hot sex would you walk down to your local precinct and cast a vote? I mean, unless you’re in the golden years, who has the time?
I do. I, and I alone, with my lack of sex life and disdain for portable music, am the youth vote.