Writing in the current 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. “Can I interest you
in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter
of **** 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."

;-)

--
Ken Fortenberry