Long gone are the days when voting equated to selecting between John Jackson and Jack Johnson.
I guess now it's more between John Jackson and Mecha-Nixon
Nice Futurama reference, but I go with South Park's Turd Sandwich vs Giant Douche to explain the election. Particularly if it grinds down to the least interesting of possible outcomes, Clinton v Cruz. At that point I might just write-in for the MAD Magazine kid.