Dawn: Well, the two largest and most prevalent political parties in the city are the "Pregressive Party", and the "Predtionalist Party"
Vernon: Me and Dawn both learn more towards Preygressive views on a lotta issues, but we do agree with some Preditionalist stuff too...so I guess that makes us centrist?
Dawn: I don't know if I can call myself a centrist, if only because I ran as a Preygressive during my Assistant Mayor years. *Giggles* I think that kinda marks me for life.
Vernon: *Chuckles* I don't think y'all gotta worry about that unless yer plannin' on runnin' again.
Dawn: Lamb Sakes no! At this point in my life, I think I'd rather go back to working at a Bug Burga with you than running for a political office again, if they'd even let me.
Vernon: S'pose we should explain the differences between the parties, right Lamb Chop?
Dawn: Oh, right. Got a little off track there. *Ahem* The major difference between Preygressives and Preditionalists, aside from the names being rather skewed toward either predators or prey, is that Preygressives tend to focus more on issues surrounding labor, worker's rights, and social programs. They tend to take more positions that they feel will help Zootopia as a whole, and push for 'adapting to a changing world' as they would say. If you want the party that championed accommodation to species of all diets and sizes throughout the city, that's the party you'd look to.
Vernon: Preditionalists are more about supportin' a mammal's individual rights over a collective sorta thing. They also tend to be about perservin' a lot of the constitutional rights bestowed on Zootopians since the city was founded, includin' defendin' free speech, (even if it is unsavory sometimes), 'er the right to bear arms. They are also some of the strongest advocates fer keepin' corporations paws tied behind their back, and keep them from tryin' to undo anything that would allow them to get their claws deeper into the political spectrum, which...admittedly don't extend to all of 'em *Cough* *cough* Lionheart.
Dawn: *Snickering* Puppy. Remember, his lawyers are watching.
Vernon: Who's lawyers? *Chuckles* I didn't say 'nothin'...
Dawn: Puppy...
Vernon: Anyway...Preygressives 'er more soft on that as they often think that loosening some o' them restrictions will see these companies better help Zoot as a whole...of course whether the really believe that, 'er are just chompin' at the bit to be rollin' in corporate zbuck kickbacks well, that depends on the candidate.
Dawn: Generally speaking, Zootopia prefers to have one representative of each party in power at a time. And by that I mean, if the main ticket identifies as one party, their assistant Mayor tends to be selected from the opposite party. This is because...at least in theory, as it's believed that a Mayor and Assistant Mayor would obviously have a good working relationship, that the pair having differing positions would lead to a fairly decent rate of compromise, and thus make both parties happy. In my own case, Lionheart was running as a 'Preditionalist', whereas I was running under him as a 'Preygressive', and we were running against a party with the opposite ticket.
Vernon: That was...what, Miss Vicunia runnin' fer the preygressive, right? The llama lady?
Dawn: Right, and her Assistant Mayor Candidate was a Preditionalist. Martin Rubins.
Vernon: Wait, was that...he was the real tiny cat right? Like, he looked like a kitten?
Dawn: Yes, he's a rusty-spotted cat. Apparently, that's as big as they get...poor things.
Vernon: I can't believe they actually put him up as a candidate. Everyone probably thought he was just a kitten in a suit. Like Vicunia had adopted him just to drag around from event to event like a show animal.
Dawn: Puppy stop. *Snicker*, that's not...a very preygressive thing to say...
Vernon: Fer real, what were they thinkin'?
Dawn: I think they were hoping his cuteness would bolster mammals to vote, and overshadow the fact that he appeared inexperienced thanks to the fact that he looked quite young. Plus he wasn't the main candidate. But our campaign dashed any hope of that by fearmongering the prospect of him ever getting in the 'big chair'. Nobody liked the idea of someone that looked like like a kitten with his paw on the button.
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