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Can You Buy Augmentin Over The Counter In Uk Botswana’s own elections are coming up on October 24, but it’s the big one: the presidential race that only occurs every five years. You know it’s campaign time in Botswana because every ten yards or so on the streets, colorful placards with candidates’ faces on them are stuck on telephone poles. You also know it is election season due to the highly suspicious lack of power cuts the last few months—the government’s way of convincing the people what a good job they are doing providing electricity. I expect the country to be plunged into utter darkness soon after the polls close to make up for it.
http://shopthecrossing.com/?abc=target-pharmacy-valtrex&87e=2a While waiting at a red light on the way to work this morning, I was able to take a good look at the most popular campaign poster plastered around town. The poster shows a dozen square little photos of the ruling party’s candidates on a plain white background with the rousing slogan:
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source url Botswana has held ten democratic elections since its independence in 1966, more than any other country in continental sub-Saharan Africa. It’s an impressive amount, but it is slightly less impressive when you discover that there is really only one party, the Botswana Democratic Party, and that no one else has any real kind of chance. In this case the politicians are just telling the truth for once: there is really no alternative.
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http://ckc.calgaryfoundation.org/?phuk=Flibanserin-Prescription-Uk&c33=bf But back to the campaign poster. Everyone is wearing red or accents of red, the official color of the party. This is as exciting as the poster is allowed to get. The underwhelming motto of this year’s campaign actually perfectly matches Botswana itself: showing exactly how far the country’s culture of humility and understated honesty allows you to go. Not for Botswana the hubris-laden “We’re Number 1!” or “Vote for XXX: He’s the Best!” That sort of posturing would never happen here, and I think it would turn off more people than it would attract.
Even after two years of living in Botswana, I’m sure I offend people with my American enthusiasm all the time. I am fond of hyperbolic statements, sweeping pronouncements, and high praise. That kind of behavior is usually greeted by a weak smile and sometimes a palpable moment of discomfort, especially if the object of praise is the person I am speaking to.
Supposedly this has something to do with Botswana’s original tribal roots, a culture in which homogeneity was important, and conformity–NOT sticking out–had one of the highest values. To this day the public school system in Botswana emphasizes sitting very still and not drawing attention to yourself. This is so foreign to my American consciousness that I kind of want to protest it (another very American urge).
So their motto is understated, they are wearing red, and they are certain to sweep the next election. The only thing left to ask about the Botswana Democratic Party is what on earth is up with that logo. I hope the PR company who came up with it did it for free. I had to blow up the image very large on my computer screen to even see it, and I still don’t understand. Is that an oil drill? A gun? A perturbed Mrs. Butterworth annoyed that she has a cow’s head?
I did some diligent research (this involved canvassing the receptionist, office manager, and driver at work while they were all hanging out in the lobby) and discovered that the logo is an old-fashioned tire jack, not a bovine pancake syrup bottle. It symbolizes the party “jacking up” the country to help it rise to success. Okay, so it still doesn’t really translate.
All three of my colleagues said they would definitely be voting for the Botswana Democratic Party again and they would definitely be voting, even though for at least one of them, this will require driving an hour out to his home village and standing in a long line all day. They did like the fact that Khama travels all around the country and asks people their opinions on what would make their lives better. I’m not sure exactly what the President does with this information; none of my colleagues said that BDP was great or fantastic or effective or super. They all just said something I should have guessed by now: when you take a look at the other (tiny) opposition parties, none of them stand out as any better.