Pensieri di un lunatico minore

The undecided narcissist

David Sedaris sums up the idiocy of the undecided voter:

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?

I’ve always thought that people who are still undecided 2 weeks before an election are either not paying attention, shameless media whores or just too stupid to make a decision.