Every election time, a fraction of the population turn up to a polling place, muttering under their breath, and give withering looks to the volunteers offering them 鈥淗ow to Vote鈥 cards.
They wait in line to get their name marked off. With their obligations completed for another few years, they hastily scribble a 鈥1鈥 next to the name of whichever candidate happens to come first on the page, and, still muttering, march off home.