Here’s humorist David Sedaris in that bastion of sophistication, The 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 s–t 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.

Oddly, he doesn’t explain who’s which metaphorical culinary delight in the current election, presumably because – given The New Yorker’s readership – he doesn’t have to. This a good reminder that there are two kinds of people in this world, those who divide everybody into two groups and those who overgeneralize. Remember when Barack Obama said “There’s not a liberal America and a conservative America — there’s the United States of America”? That was a nice sentiment, and I hope he believes it even if large numbers of his supporters don’t (and yes, I’m willing to acknowledge there are the politically intolerant in both parties.) Life is lived between elections, and if you really believe that tolerating a government that more closely reflects the values of your Republican neighbor amounts to coprophagy, then I submit that you’re probably the one who’s so ideologically blind that you can shovel forkfuls of crap into your mouth and then insist, “Mmm, tastes like chicken!”