Here you’ll find the story of an Icelandic political party to which I’d absolutely have belonged were I Icelandic. However, you’ll see in the appended piece the law of unintended consequences at equally absolute work. I love this tradition and wish the same could happen in North America; alas, corpocracy sees to it that smaller, “niche” parties are squeezed out of the process altogether, leaving of course only room for the same old white motherfuckers, with some notable exception and I don’t in any way mean to include people of truly good heart in that above description.
In the case of the Best Party, what’s happened is partly the result of the economic apocalypse that country faces. In financial terms, it’s been like an astronomer watching a planet on collision course with its sun. There’s no doubt whatsoever that the laws of gravity will do their work, and there’s no stopping it. I think Icelanders have simply responded through humor. It’s a powerful collective act, when you think about it; voters lacked faith in anyone else.
At least the voters didn’t form Icelandic versions of the Teabag Party. Iced tea.