David Sedaris writes frequently for The New Yorker, which is a great and fascinating magazine. My mom and Jennifer & Stepan like him quite a lot, and we recently read one of his books for our bookgroup. I usually find his work interesting, enjoyable, often drily humorous, but missing a spark for me, somehow.
This week, however, I got him. Completely. In writing for The New Yorker’s Shouts & Murmurs column, he had the following:
“I look at these people [those proclaiming themselves to be undecided at this late date in the campaigns] and can’t quite believe that they exist. . . . 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.
I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?”
I’m with David on this. Anyone who is undecided at this point is not using all of their available brain cells.
Posted by elizabeth at November 2, 2008 11:57 PM