Rant: The second-biggest loser on Election Night – the media and its clueless forecasts

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At least we acknowledged ahead of time we were going to look like idiots. The folks across the street ended up paying – literally – for their errant forecast.

Granted, it’s probably less embarassing for their paid poll to be way off than our “instincts.” But we both did in a way get something right: the electorate has made a dramatic shift here.

The poll conducted by Svalbardposten at the end of September predicted Labor would win nine of the council’s 15 seats (up from the current seven), the Conservatives three (same), the Greens two and the Liberals one (both of the latter were on the ballot for the first time).

Our official prediction changed the poll results slightly, taking away a vote from Labor and giving it to the Greens. But our “longshot” prediction is what everyone paid attention to: Labor-7, Greens-5, Conservatives-3, Liberals-0.

The actual outcome: Conservatives and Labor five each, Liberals three and Greens two.

That’s a huge blow to Labor (we won’t call it a rebuke yet, pending some real number crunching and discussions) since it’s highly likely the council will now have a Conservative/Liberal majority. Some might question the Green Party being happier with the final results than the advance votes, which gave them only one seat, but they would have been the kingmakers in determing the majority. Now they’ll simply be a slightly more vocal minority.

But while we, the Local Paper of Regretting That Decision and most pols in the room seem to agree the Conservative/Liberal thing will happen, it’s worth rementioning a line from our prediction column: the Labor Party’s top-ranking candidate being “set to become Longyearbyen’s next mayor unless he’s caught with a live girl or dead boy.”

That didn’t happen (that we know of), yet it appears he will not be in that seat when new council is sworn in. Unless, of course, Labor can pull off another surprise like the one on Election Night that gets the Liberals in their camp.

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Mark Sabbatini

I'm a professional transient living on a tiny Norwegian island next door to the North Pole, where once a week (or thereabouts) I pollute our extreme and pristine environment with paper fishwrappers decorated with seemingly random letters that would cause a thousand monkeys with a thousand typewriters to die of humiliation. Such is the wisdom one acquires after more than 25 years in the world's second-least-respected occupation, much of it roaming the seven continents in search of jazz, unrecognizable street food and escorts I f****d with by insisting they give me the platonic tours of their cities promised in their ads. But it turns out this tiny group of islands known as Svalbard is my True Love and, generous contributions from you willing, I'll keep littering until they dig my body out when my climate-change-deformed apartment collapses or they exile my penniless ass because I'm not even worthy of washing your dirty dishes.
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