If you remember THIS POST from March, you already know that I have much love for David Sedaris. I read his latest New Yorker column today on undecided voters and somehow my feelings for him grew exponentially. As usual, he has a beautiful way of summing things up with ugly (though accurate) imagery:
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 sh*t 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.
Read the rest of the article HERE.
*I'm not really voting Sedaris for President. He does get my vote as genius wordsmith, though.