Hey, Wills. Sir.
You know, dude, you’re not doing Skins, or Skins’s island, or your fellow primitives supportive of the worthier candidate for the Democrat nomination for president, by trying to play meek-mannered and wimpish Little Lord Fauntleroy in your role as leader of the Hillary Clinton group.
In fact, I’ll bet Skins is now regretting having made you host of that group.
When one’s going head-on into supporters of Barney Fif—er, Sanders, it’s not like they’re running into pillows. They’re crashing into some real mean hardened sons-of-bitches, primitives who make Iosif Vissarionovich look like a nice guy.
These people mean to defeat, to destroy, to eviscerate, to wipe off the face of the earth, any primitives supportive of a candidate not theirs. If you’re not with them, they mean to grind you into mincemeat, dude. These aren’t people who play around.
And they’re already winning, running amok without restraint on Skins’s island, mostly because you’ve been advising those favoring the worthier candidate to play nice, to be polite, to turn the other cheek.
To be ****ing humble, is exactly what you’re telling them.
You’re the leader, dude, and it’s in the nature of people to follow the leader.
Such tactics work with decent and civilized people, dude, but it doesn’t work when used against crude ugly barbarous stupid savages, who recognize only brute force.
I suggest, dude, you either man up and put up a fight, or get out of the way, so that someone more assertive can lead the supporters of the worthier candidate.
But of course you’re not going to listen to franksolich…..and surely by now you know what happens to primitives who don’t pay attention to the advice and counsel of franksolich.
They’re going to eat you alive and spit you out, boy, unless you fight back.
