Chicken or Shit?

How undecided can anyone be in this Mother Of All Elections I ask myself. How can anyone anywhere still be undecided ten days before election day? There is a chasm between the two candidates. Do you want to vote for the old angry white man who’s running mate is a moose killing, crooked governor with a record of cronyism as long as your arm, whose claim to fame is running a town so small it didn’t have a fire department or are you going to vote for the intelligent man with real answers and hope for the future?

David Sedaris of The New Yorker sums it up for us:

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?”

As he says, being undecided is saying: “hmmm…how is the chicken cooked?”