As my family will attest to, I have been impatiently waiting to be allowed to vote in a general election from an age where no normal child ponders political issues. I enrolled to vote at 17. I am twenty years old now and it is less than three weeks away from the New Zealand 2011 General Election, my first. I never imagined that I would hold some of the feelings that I do now about the action I have yearned to take for so many years. I have steadily considered this momentous occasion over the past year. I struggle to believe that this may lead to a decision not to vote on 26 November. This has not come out of a sense of apathy, but most definitely the contrary. I am angry. I am sad.

The organisations to which our collective power has been ceded and that are meant to be invested in serving my (our) best interests have been allowed to become distracted and be diverted. Each of us, what recent events have called the 99%, are commodities, particles traded on a global financial market. Social policy currently exists to boost staff morale, or so was read in the manual. How little can we give to appease for maximum gain? It swings, left and right. On my voting paper I will be offered a number of boxes to tick. I am being offered several variants of the same thing. It is false choice. Democracy does not exist.

If you say then that I cannot complain, then I say I can complain; I didn’t vote any of them in. You cannot complain; you voted some of them in.

I gave the above words to my mother, a unionist and strongly political. Naturally, she was disappointed and tried to convince me that there were parties worth voting for: Mana, Greens? I have only a patronising respect for these parties. I replied to my mum: ‘All these parties are subscribed to compromising on people’s lives. They are willing, and not consciously because they have good intentions, to let people slip through the cracks. They can’t help it because the size of our community is too large. I don’t blame them – our communities are limp and that is why we have more and more people in poverty and more and more people living unsatisfying lives. Our communities fall apart because we have made them too big. We are trying desperately to hold them together through technological advances like phones, internet, skype, satellite communications etc. We are told we are closer than ever. We are not. And I can say that because so often I have felt home-sick in my home city despite the so called greater connectedness I can have with my family who are scattered across the globe. People are suffering by our limply-bound communities and we are dilly dallying by trying to polish a turd.’

This is my contribution to the Occupy Movement. Occupy is a modern Guy Fawkes. But this time he must succeed.