Christ on a bike. Another day, another post (even the normally sane Mutant Frog boys were siding with the bone-heads the other day) by a foreign resident arguing AGAINST giving foreign residents the right to vote in Japan. What is wrong with you people (not the Japanese, the foreigners here)? Are you trying to be all reasonable - hey look at me I'm a foreigner but I like to think of myself as a second class citizen, because I, like, CHOSE to live here. Give Our Man a break.
Go ahead and read the two articles to why having the right to vote in local elections will lead to the space-time continuum imploding, Our Man can't face trying to rehash the arguments for him to knock them down. Let him get straight to the point.
Our Man lives here. He works here. He pays all his taxes here. He drives on the roads here. He shops here. His kids go to the schools here. He eats here. He drinks here. He buys shit here. His family is here. His friends are here. He sprinkles salt water on the genkan here. You get the point? His life is here. But his vote is 10,000km away.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah his papers say he ain't from round here, and he wants to keep it that way. So what, Kommandant?
Our Man seems to recall a certain similar argument from folk in Boston a while ago, what was their slogan again? Oh yeah:
No taxation without representation.
Look, Our Man doesn't particularly want to man the barricades on this one, it's just come on you blogerati, get some radical fire in your belly before you die of worthy-but-dull-I-sucked-up-all-my-life-because-I-could-itis.
Pic of miffed gaijin tossing green tea into Abiko Harbour lifted from here.