To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.

I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?

The New Yorker - Undecided

by David Sedaris

Too true.

(thx DF)

→ Perspctv - election dashboard

Maybe a little TMI, but fascinating none the less.

(via Surfstation)