On to the convention!
Well, I'm not so sure why there's so many long grim faces on Skins's island this morning.
Methuselah was
expected to win Wisconsin, and he did.
Methuselah was expected to win by an overwhelming margin, or so the Bernie bullies promised us, and he didn't. He won by a healthy margin, of course, but one would hesitate to call it an overwhelming margin.
Realistic people knew that no matter how big the margin, Methuselah wasn't going to pick up many more delegates than Messalina Agrippina would, and he didn't.
I of course would have liked it had the lady done better, but she could've done considerably worse, and didn't.
So franksolich remains of steadfast good cheer, and suggests that Wills & Co. do the same.
In the meantime, Willy's probably making a list of the free stuff he expects, and checking it twice, but really, inevitably, Willy might as well save the paper for wiping his ass as that's all the good his list'll do him.