I can totally picture this.
A crazy-eyed dude with a month's worth of beard runs up to you on the street and grabs you by the collar. "Who are you voting for?" Spittle splashes across your face, but all you can think about is maybe he has a gun and oh God why didn't you kiss your wife this morning.
"W-what?"
"Are you voting for Obama?" The mouth stretches in a crooked sneer, revealing broken, dirty teeth. "Or--" The madman pauses. Something lights up his face, starting at the eyes, traveling down to the lips which quirk upward in what looks like mad joy. "Or, are you voting for Ron Paul?"
"Oh." You swallow. "Uh. Ron P-Paul, of course."
The man sighs happily, relaxes his grip, and wanders off, muttering the word "secession" under his breath.
Heart pounding, breathing heavily, you turn and walk in the opposite direction.