One of C’s favorite authors is David Sedaris. She’s read his books (read aloud to me the good bits) and I’ve listened to them a few times as an audio book, and let me tell you they are always good for an awkward I-can-relate-to-that laugh. So when I read his piece in the New Yorker today, I had to post it…
David Sedaris on undecided voters:
I look at these people and can’t quite believe that they exist. Are they professional actors? I wonder. Or are they simply laymen who want a lot of attention?
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.