I thought you might be interested to hear how I “voted” today. I live in Massachusetts but I go to school at Cornell, so I requested and received an absentee ballot a few weeks ago. Today, standing next to one of the famous Ithaca gorges, I burned my ballot while my girlfriend read passages from Hans-Hermann Hoppe’s Democracy: The God That Failed.
It’s an exhilarating feeling to know that I’ve withheld my sanction from a rotten system. No doubt some “responsible” people will say that I wasted my vote, that I would’ve been better served to pool my vote with one million other votes for Sean Bielat. But refusing to vote is itself a powerful and radical vote; it’s an act of delegitimation that says that I want no part of the current system. Etienne de La Boetie would be proud.