The only endorsement that matters

It's gotta be bupkes.

This fall, you have a choice. And by you, we mean the roughly 60% of the 3% of the world who tend to participate in the quadrennial American tradition of the running of the plutocrats (outlawed most everywhere else due to threat to public safety). They, in turn, really only care about the half-dozen votes in the half-dozen counties in the half-dozen states where your uncle lives — places entirely unrepresentative of anything yet endowed with the power to pick the winner.

Meanwhile, eight billion other people are left to wonder what an elector is. The more urbane among those eight billion spend early-to-mid November — or longer, depending how long the lawsuits take — pretending they know what Lackawanna county is, let alone where.

That’s why The Bupkes know how important this choice is. It is a decisive choice. A sacred choice. It is a choice not just between two (as many reports indicate) sentient human beings with actual thoughts and feelings, but between two vastly different visions f…