Via Mark Hemingway at the Corner at National Review:
Here’s humorist David Sedaris in that bastion of sophistication, The New Yorker, on 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. â€œCan I interest you in the chicken?â€ she asks. â€œOr would you prefer the platter of sâ€”t with bits of broken glass in it?â€
To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.
I mean, really, whatâ€™s to be confused about?
I expect Sedaris and I don’t agree on which item of the menu is which, but we certainly agree on the clarity of the choice.