Your humble Devil was in conversation with an American lass of his acquaintance today, and she was explaining why she felt unable to vote for either of the two idiots contending for the US Presidency.
"I think it's because I've seen The Princess Bride," she explained. "I felt like I was in that battle of wits between The Man In Black and Vizzini. I clearly couldn't choose the wine in front of them (Obama) and I clearly couldn't choose the wine in front of me (McCain)."
"You mean that both glasses were poisoned?" I enquired.
"Yes. And unfortunately I haven't spent the last few years building up an immunity to ObamaCaine powder..."
Well, it's a rather more eloquent description than mine: I generally equated the whole process to being asked to choose between a fresh turd and slightly-less-fresh turd...