So it’s come to this: What the country needs more than anything is an election day that’s just like a day when the normally silent throngs of hard-working, God-fearing people who make America tick all decided to go out and buy fried chicken together. If the lines look like this outside the polling places, election day should be a breeze. (A breeze for me, I mean; an acute myocardial infarction for Chris Matthews.)
Make me proud, my waffle-fry-loving brothers and sisters. Just a couple more weeks to go.