That isn’t me flipping the finger at you.
That isn’t me showing you my new manicure because frankly..wouldn’tve been a very good nail job.
That’s me doing my duty as a Turkish nationalist and voting for the future of my country. At 8AM. ‘Cause I’m a nutjob.
I bumped into my 80+ year old neighbour who was so happy to see that “Turkeys youth got up early to come vote”.
She was adorable in her 60s style hat, still giving a damn.
So the wait starts, the race begins and the heartbeats are growing louder each and every minute.
In 24 hours time, everything will have been back to normal or.. a civil war will start.
As you told me, as leader of the local CHP militia, bring me to a safe place when you start the war..))
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well, if one day a kind of war starts -which i cant see it happening with this lazy post-technocultural generation(including myself) then let me know, i do the aragorn thing, ok, maybe samwise to be honest.
It’s hard to understand how you got ink on TOP of your finger in voting but we don’t even count all our votes so I’m sure it’s different there.
That’s not the actual ink that goes on your vote bulletin. They ink you so that you don’t vote twice.