Maha, a friend of mine and frequent commenter on the Black Iris, told me a story the other day that had me in stitches. It also had me reanalyzing my mental health just at the sheer fact I would laugh at a story so morbid. Then again, Maha could narrate The Exorcist and make it sound hilarious. Maha’s mother is running for parliament and the story revolves around a cell phone call she received during a family funeral. You can read up on it on 7iber dot com.
To some, this might be perceived as dirty politics, Jordanian style, and that would likely be true. I’ve heard several stories in the past few days of similar plays. And of course, we all remember the case of army personnel being bussed around to competitive districts during the Municipal elections last July.
I remember reading something from the Karl Rove play book in the 2004 elections. The architect of the Bush re-elect campaign had homes in a competitive district in a swing state, phoned the night before the elections, informing the residents that the polling venue had been changed last minute. In other words, potential opponent voters were given bad directions and never cast their ballot.
So there’s something to be said about us learning from the world’s “greatest democracy”.