Who’s Élite now, Bullwinkle?

I try not to wade into politics in this space, but this is just too good. George Saunders is one of my favorite writers, and it's because he writes incredibly smart and funny pieces that -- I am certain -- are a lot harder to write than they look.

In summary: Because my candidate, unlike your winking/blinking Vice-Presidential candidate, who, though, yes, he did run as the running mate when the one asking him to run did ask him to run, which that I admire, one thing he did not do, with his bare hands or otherwise, is, did he ever kill a moose? No, but ours did. And I would. Please bring a moose to me, over by me, and down that moose will go, and, if I had a kid, I would take a picture of me showing my kid that dead moose, going, like, Uh, sweetie, no, he is not resting, he is dead, due to I shot him, and now I am going to eat him, and so are you, oh yes you are, which is responsible, as God put this moose here for us to shoot and eat and take a photo of, although I did not, at that time, know why God did, but in years to come, God’s will was revealed, which is: Hey, that is a cool photo for hunters about to vote to see, plus what an honor for that moose, to be on the Internet.

Then again, I also acknowledge that this is just too easy a target -- a New Yorker jab at Sarah Palin. Talk about a self-selecting audience.