To put them [undecided voters] 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.
Sunday, November 02, 2008
More thoughts on the election
Undecided voters? Undecided? How could anyone still be undecided?
David Sedaris, writing in the New Yorker, nailed this topic perfectly - much better than I could have, so I will just quote him directly.
Maybe you've already heard that little snippet, but I recommend that you read the whole piece. He's hilarious and it's worth the read. (I loved his latest book as well.)
He makes a very interesting point at the end of the article. He says, "calling yourself a maverick is a sure sign that you’re not one" which I couldn't agree with more. It's like calling yourself "cool". If you need to remind people that you're cool, you're probably not.
A Presidential Memorial in San Francisco
Not surprisingly, I love this. Voters in San Francisco have a measure on their ballot called Proposition R to name a San Francisco landmark after George W. Bush. You might be surprised by this considering how liberal San Francisco is, until I tell you that the "landmark" they want to name after George W. is a sewage treatment plant.
The other reason that this is appropriate is that from ground level the plant looks like a bunch of big boobs.
Big boobs for the biggest boob in the nation.
Yes on Prop R!!!
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