Dear Uncle Jay:

My friend says that electing a president from our two parties is like choosing between barfing and crashing a skateboard.  What does he mean?

Dear Ricky: This reminds me of something that women talked about in the 1970’s, something about a fish and a bicycle.  But if those are the only choices your friend has, tell him to go for the barfing. You can clean that up, and there are no broken bones.