I saw the interview with the undecided guy.
He won’t know who he’ll vote for until he gets in the booth.
What a maroon.
These people aren’t as bad as Iowans, but close.
There was a guy at this diner...(it’s always the diner), people eating breakfast like 24/7 at the diner. No one in NH eats at home... all 3 squares are at the diner..
Anyway... here’s this guy in a fishing cap...looks like your average straight shooting Joe...And they ask him who are you voting for.
I’m ready for Trump or Cruz etc. Oh....nooooooo. He hesitates.
Cameras are running...nope. At his point I’m thinking this guy’s out of work.
He says, “I’ve been giving this A LOT OF THOUGHT, and it might just come down to when I do into the booth tomorrow, but I LEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNING to Carli Firoian.
Yeah, I mean what is so golden about waiting until you go, “into the booth?”
What happens? You’re in there, and you start playing all the dumb@ss ads in your mind that you’ve seen for the past several weeks, or you remember something the candidate said...or you’re listening...waiting to hear your conscience?
These people are weird.
I mean, you’re on the way to dinner. You might be thinking that you’re in the mood for steak, but you get there...and you order a cocktail...appetizer...peruse the entree’s...then you order.
These people show up to vote like they’re going out to dinner.