Let's face it, just about anyone who is an undecided voter at this point is... well, not especially bright.
Who am I supporting in the presidential contest? You shouldn't know, because I don't know. In fact, I'm positioning myself in a delicate state of unknowing, a state I hope to maintain until October if not November.
QE to the D. For the record, I have every confidence in Professor Althouse's ability to remain in a state of delicate unknowing well past November.
Still, she's smarter than her commenters!
How about four years of a black Jimmy Carter, blame him and the Democrat congress for the mess and then vote in a Republican President and Republican congress?
Vote for Obama and blame the mess on the black guy. Is a vote for Obama the ultimate racist vote?
Did you ever have a dream where you woke up at work and everything seemed fine ?
You never hear the Winebox that has your name on it .
Posted by: theperilouspea | October 08, 2008 at 04:59 PM
Inside The Winebox, there is a gallon of Sudsley's 2008 Merlot, in it's handsome waxed-paper container with spout; a mildly tubby 'professor' of something-or-other; a glass tube with a radioactive isotope inside; and a Bose sound system set behind a wire screen and turned to Decibel level 350.
The mildly tubby professor will drink. This is a given. The isotope in the tube may release a particle, which will trigger the Bose system to begin playing all of McCain's speeches at maximum volume inside the Winebox, reducing the mildly tubby professor to more than he usual insensate mass.
Or, it might not not. One never knows until the Winebox is opened. This is called the Valenti Uncertainty Principle, or Boob's Law.
Posted by: Jemand von Niemand | October 08, 2008 at 06:04 PM
There is a prayer that is known in both song and divine entreaty , "Thank God the winebox can't talk"
Posted by: theperilouspea | October 08, 2008 at 07:22 PM
Althouse is continuing proof that John Stuart Mill was way too generous.
Posted by: DrDick | October 08, 2008 at 08:15 PM
delicate state of unknowing
Come on. She read that on a box of cereal...she's not that literate!
Posted by: actor212 | October 10, 2008 at 11:28 AM
Schrõdinger's Puffed Cereal (Shot From Cyclotrons!): The only one whose true form is not revealed until you open the box.
Posted by: John McCain, Navel Avaitor | October 11, 2008 at 01:48 PM