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.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
On Undecided Voters
From the inimitable David Sedaris in the New Yorker:
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While I've commented elsewhere that David Sedaris (whom I generally love) misses the point with his warmed-over joke about Undecided Voters, my absolutely last word on the subject can be found in the latest piece: "Opens and Closes," at my www.undecidedman.com blog.
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