Plebiscitary Referendum Day Dbq

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The eighth of November, 2032, for any magnate or modern baron in the Magellan Confederation, was another day of no importance and little consequence. The eighth of November, 2032, for any able-bodied member of the bourgeois in the Magellan Confederation, was the single most important date in the past one-thousand, four hundred and sixty days, and, to the younger generations, the most significant of their lives. Plebiscitary Referendum Day was the only opportunity the commonality had to influence the selection of their leader. Their votes were worth a fraction of the patricians, due to the induction of the Preponderance Act. The act, reminiscent of those passed by English Parliament during colonial times, reasoned that because the aristocrats …show more content…

If the lower classes took a greater interest in politics," added the billionaire, with false sageness, "then perhaps the outcome could be different — although it is probably for the best that their nominee always wins." He raised his glass to the crowd. This admission brought jeers, at the mere idea that their Premier would be anyone besides the aging, white man they'd re-elected and re-elected, again and again, ever since the fall of America and the rise of the Magellan Confederation. The Preponderance Act, at its introduction, encompassed the majority. Those included felt it was a fair law, and that some were simply not meant for power. It pedestaled the xenophobes, the racists, the sexists. It's not like the Nazis! they promised. When they could no longer deny the accusations, however, they revoked world history from education. The Democratic Party was abolished for its radicalism. "All religions! All races! All genders! All loves!" the liberals chanted still. Then, they were silenced, the blue felt badges the only indicator of a …show more content…

The office was swarming with people, all silent and intent on filling out the forms. A short woman desk gave a warm smile to a hooded man, handing him a ballot. "Ma'am?" Alexander called, flashing a dimpled smile at the scowls the other patrons gave him. "I'd like to, ah, vote." The woman turned, still smiling, until she caught sight of his suit. Her happy visage fade. She flipped a curl out of her face. "So would I, honey." His lip curled downwards. Father had been right, they were just ingrates. "Then why don't you?" he retorted. Couldn't these people see that they were just making their problems for themselves? She leaned across the counter, putting her hands down on top of the ballot. "I'm black, I'm a woman, I'm atheist, and I’m queer. Your government won't give me shit, much less a vote.” She smacked her gum. “So, no, kid, I can't vote.” Alexander scoffed. “I can hardly blame them, considering your attitude,” he bent down to stare at the name inscribed on the pink triangle pin, “Darlene. We all have struggles — stop being selfish.” He smiled kindly at her, knowing he'd made his

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