I look at these [undecided voters] 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?-David Sedaris, in a New Yorker essay on the very odd American called "the undecided voter."
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?"
Click on the link above and give the essay a read. As always, Sedaris will have you in stitches.