
After all the efforts and all the media coverage (short in duration yet surprisingly thorough in my opinion), Slovak election campaign to make people vote today reached its climax.
It felt almost like New Year’s Day. Not because of fireworks or public holiday—because of another inseparable component of it in Slovakia: president’s speech. When the newsreaders concluded evening news by announcing forthcoming president’s speech, it made me feel nervous. Something grave must have happened. Slovakia has run out of money. Someone important died. Or a huge meteor is heading towards the Earth, and only a tenth of Slovak citizens can be hidden in bunkers. As the president appeared, I had been prepared for the worst. He started with the famous “Dear fellow citizens…” and then by saying that only a few hours separate us from something very important which would affect our lives significantly, and a sudden idea struck me: could he be talking about…? Yeah, the election. And the importance of voting.
(I guess they really want us to vote when the president himself has been called up… Or was it a part of a campaign for particular political parties…?)
The speech was official, impressive, urging, and as presidential and speech-ous as could be: full of beautiful words, strong arguments, serious looks, and moving moments. It was neither too short nor too long, the president had obviously been preparing and tried to look persuasive, and the speech room looked just flawless.
The speech was a great idea, and I can’t believe I didn’t come up with it. For I’m sure this managed to move and persuade quite a large group of Slovak citizens. And then there is another group, me being a member of, who really enjoyed the speech: we were laughing helplessly at his facial expressions, his dramatic pauses, intonation, and generally very bad acting skills (now I know why he is a politician—if he was an actor, he would starve to death), at the clichéd phrases and pompous language. I hadn’t had so much fun while watching TV in weeks.
Dear fellow citizens, dear Slovaks, don’t miss your chance to vote. Let your hand, the very hand you will throw the ballot paper into the box with, become a hand of freedom, a hand of justice, a hand of hope. Voting is like planting a tree of prosperity: the small seeds you put into the ground would soon turn into a beautiful tree, and you would taste the sweet juice of its fruits. But remember—the more the gardeners, the more the trees. Let’s make Slovakia and the whole Europe a beautiful garden of happiness!