Waiting at a favorite kid-friendly restaurant for his hot dog and French fries, one of my 5-year-old twin grandsons asks me, "You wanna play, 'Would you rather?'"
"How do you play?"
"Well, would you rather eat a hot dog crawling with ants or not see me for a year?"
"Gross — I don't want to do either of these things."
"But, you have to pick one. You can't decide not to choose."
"There are no other options?"
"No, you have to choose one."
And, so it goes for the undecided in this election.
I am not insinuating that either presumptive nominee is analogous to a hot dog...