The Triumph of Bullshit

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? David Sedaris on undecided voters

Good god yes.
Good god yes.
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I will repost this around every Halloween until it stops being true or funny.