In his great new piece in The New Yorker, David Sedaris gives his take on this election's 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.
I mean, really, what's to be confused about?
[Thanks to Brent for alerting me to this.]