In a recent piece for the New Yorker, Author David Sedaris had this to say about undecided voters…
“…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.”
Anne Marie and I actually had the opportunity to hear David Sedaris speak the other night here in San Francisco. He mentioned that the article originally said “platter of human shit…”, but his editor told him that was too graphic.