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Whoops — I missed my nightly Election Countdown check-in last night, because our Internet access was hosed. Sorry about that!

With no access to the Internets, I had time to contemplate the two-week mark: in two short weeks, we will know who the next President of the United States is. No more obsessive checking of Pollster and…. one way or another, it will be over. I'm excited and jittery and bursting with anticipation.

And while early voting seems to indicate good things for Obama, it is still majorly, critically important for all of you of voting age to get out and cast your vote!

Here's some news to hopefully motivate you to do just that:

RNC spends $150k fancy duds for Palin. Obama resouls his shoes. Remind me again which one is the elitist? (Daily Kos, with a fashion slideshow at HuffPo. Especially check out seven-year old Piper with the Louis Vuitton handbag.)  

Obama leads endorsements 124-46. At least 27 papers have now switched to Obama from Bush in 2004, with just four flipping to McCain. (Editor and Publisher)

It's because he's BLAAAACK! Sure, wingnuts like Limbaugh and Buchanan say Powell endorsed Obama cause they're both black. Guess that goes the same for all these other um, black Republican pundits…? (Daily Kos)

Fuck John McCain dot com. "And might I just mention that I know how to reach across the aisle and say, with full confidence: Fuck John McCain." Zing! (FJM)

What's there to be undecided about? And for those of you so-called "undecideds," David Sedaris said it best: (Slog)

To put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”

To be undecided in this election is to pause for a moment and then ask how the chicken is cooked.

I mean, really, what’s to be confused about?

As per usual, Mr. Sedaris can say it better than any of we mere mortals…