...One day, Martians will land in Virginia, Florida or California and scratch their green bald heads over the Byzantine system of primaries, caucuses and conventions. Not to mention the super-delegates, whose very existence seems to be an insult to democracy.
But then they will travel to Britain, where the choosing of a prime minister was hatched over mozzarella di bufala in an Italian restaurant in a place called Islington and then completed many years later, when Gordon replaced Tony without so much as a single vote being counted or cast.
from an article by Matt Frei of the BBC.
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