I live in a small town in a red state with a fantastic bakery on our town square. The owner/baker is a grouchy old man who wears a flour dusted apron with a pistol on his belt. He’s a bit intimidating, but the donuts are good–possibly worth risking one’s life for.
He’s conducting an informal election this week, where you can place a pretend vote for your favorite candidate by purchasing either an elephant cookie or a donkey cookie. It’s perhaps not surprising that the elephants are winning in this town. Even less so, considering that the elephant cookies really are twice the size of the donkeys, but cost about the same.