poll: should the Bernie bullies on Skins's island be jubilant?

[franksolich]

"The darkest hour is just before the dawn," as some hoary old ancient adage has it.

And the saying endures because, well, it's very true.

With the ostensible (please notice the word "ostensible") erosion of support for the former First Lady, do the insufferable Bernie bullies on Skins's island have reason to get all excited, jumping up-and-down getting red-white-and-blue in their faces, because her demise ostensibly (that all-important word again, "ostensibly") means the Democrat nomination's Methuselah's?

Uh, no.

In fact, I frankly suggest the Bernie bullies start getting long in the face, becoming all glum and morose about the prospects for their brittle ancient idol.

In the first place, the worthier candidate's got a very long sleeve, and she's got something up it.

<<<am prepared to not be surprised, no matter what happens.

Methuselah's pretty old, every day of his life his life-span eroding precipitously.

And that simply because of.....old age.

And the lady opposing him, and her husband, have a large circle of friends always happy to help them by, uh, removing those whose existence is a nuisance, a hindrance, an obstacle, to them.

<<<am prepared to not be surprised, no matter what happens.

And to, there's the power and influence of the professional Democrats--the Democrats who actually put their blood, sweat, toil, and tears into keeping their party going--who don't seem to like the old sourassed sourpuss that much.

So if it's not Hillary, that doesn't necessarily mean it's Bernie.

<<<am prepared to not be surprised, no matter what happens, and advises and counsels the primitives supporting the worthier candidate to be of good cheer.

edited to change a "the" into the correct "and;" sorry for the inconvenience

[zeitgeist]

Bernie_bro's are going to be in for a large disappointment. Bernie is an old man walking slippery rocks across a raging river.   If he makes it across the river he will be run over by a Republican juggernaut.  Socialism will be a tough sell across the spectrum, red and yellow, black or white.   

[franksolich]

Bernie_bro's are going to be in for a large disappointment. Bernie is an old man walking slippery rocks across a raging river.   If he makes it across the river he will be run over by a Republican juggernaut.  Socialism will be a tough sell across the spectrum, red and yellow, black or white.   

There's probably still a few people in the DUmpster who are confused by my motives, franksolich enthusiastically supporting Messalina Agrippina for the Democrat nomination when I'm "supposed" to be supporting some Republican candidate.

The deal is, I plan to support the Republican nominee, even if it is, as suggested by someone here in another thread, a bowl of chili.  Even a bowl of Republican chili surpasses the best the Democrats have to offer.

But that's in the future, who the Republican nominee's going to be.  Many are still arguing the issue.  Me, I like them all, and any of them's perfectly acceptable to me.  So I'm not gonna argue, instead finding amusement in other places until the dust settles down here.

[Carl]

When she pulls the football away it will be epic.

[SVPete]

I'm not sure. I know I want them to be as obnoxiously in-your-face jubilant as they know well how to be. Because a Bonfire of the DU-Folk will be a long-lasting, entertaining, conflagration! DU-folk are still using copious quantities of ideological Preparation H over the 2000 election and probably still hate Ralph Nader because they think he cost AlGore the election. Just imagine the mutual recriminations and petty bitternesses in prospect!

[franksolich]

I'm not sure. I know I want them to be as obnoxiously in-your-face jubilant as they know well how to be. Because a Bonfire of the DU-Folk will be a long-lasting, entertaining, conflagration! DU-folk are still using copious quantities of ideological Preparation H over the 2000 election and probably still hate Ralph Nader because they think he cost AlGore the election. Just imagine the mutual recriminations and petty bitternesses in prospect!

You know what's gonna happen here.

If it were to happen by some dastardly Act of God that Methuselah ends up being the Democrat nominee, those primitives currently supporting the worthier candidate will fall in line and vote for him in November.

If the more-likely thing were to happen, where Messalina Agrippina or a surrogate of hers, wins the nomination, the Bernie bullies would take their ball and go home, not voting for president at all in November.

The Bernie bullies are that way; they're team players only as long as the team does things their way.

[franksolich]

When she pulls the football away it will be epic.

And it couldn't possibly happen to a more-deserving group of pompous arrogant asses, the Bernie bullies.

That's why I'm supporting the primitives supporting the worthier candidate; they're pretty intolerant, pretty nasty, pretty bigoted and racist, pretty stupid, themselves, but marginally they're better than the Bernie bullies.

When having no particular sympathies either way--but compelled to form some anyway--I look at the leaders of the two conflicting groups, and decide which one I favor, based upon whether or not I'd care to be seen in public, walking down the sidewalk with one of them.

It's sort of a grasswire-undergroundpanther sort of choice; they're both abominations, but when considering appearances only, which one would one rather be seen walking with?

It's a choice between normal-looking Judy and the monstrous-looking subway cat.

Here, you got the Bernie bullies, led by the WillyT primitive, and the supporters of Messalina Agrippina, led by Wills, the William769 primitive.  Both are queers, and one has to be careful about being seen with either one, lest others make assumptions based upon that.

However, Wills looks, dresses, acts, and walks like a man.  The WillyT primitive's one of these light-in-the-loafers fluttering gays, bedecked with all sorts of body jewelry that jingles-and-jangles as he prances, and probably has "that" sort of voice.

Now, if I had to be seen with one of them, well, it'd be no contest.

[VelvetElvis]

I voted "Yes" because the question was, "do they have any cause for celebration", not "do they have any valid reason for celebration".

Their betters in the Donk elite will see to it that Komrade Sanders will never grasp the brass ring. It's already been engraved with the Hilldawg's initials.

Party while you can, Bernouts, because in due time, the real Party will see to it that your party ends with a big resounding thud.

[thundley4]

I voted "Yes" because the question was, "do they have any cause for celebration", not "do they have any valid reason for celebration".

Their betters in the Donk elite will see to it that Komrade Sanders will never grasp the brass ring. It's already been engraved with the Hilldawg's initials.

Party while you can, Bernouts, because in due time, the real Party will see to it that your party ends with a big resounding thud.

Same here. I think they should celebrate every small victory.  Things are looking better for Sanders in Nevada, and even a little better in South Carolina.

[Carl]

And it couldn't possibly happen to a more-deserving group of pompous arrogant asses, the Bernie bullies.

That's why I'm supporting the primitives supporting the worthier candidate; they're pretty intolerant, pretty nasty, pretty bigoted and racist, pretty stupid, themselves, but marginally they're better than the Bernie bullies.

When having no particular sympathies either way--but compelled to form some anyway--I look at the leaders of the two conflicting groups, and decide which one I favor, based upon whether or not I'd care to be seen in public, walking down the sidewalk with one of them.

It's sort of a grasswire-undergroundpanther sort of choice; they're both abominations, but when considering appearances only, which one would one rather be seen walking with?

It's a choice between normal-looking Judy and the monstrous-looking subway cat.

Here, you got the Bernie bullies, led by the WillyT primitive, and the supporters of Messalina Agrippina, led by Wills, the William769 primitive.  Both are queers, and one has to be careful about being seen with either one, lest others make assumptions based upon that.

However, Wills looks, dresses, acts, and walks like a man.  The WillyT primitive's one of these light-in-the-loafers fluttering gays, bedecked with all sorts of body jewelry that jingles-and-jangles as he prances, and probably has "that" sort of voice.

Now, if I had to be seen with one of them, well, it'd be no contest.

It does provide an unparalleled moling opportunity though.
One can hit Shillary with everything she has ever done. 

When crazy uncle Bernie fades watching his true believers explode will be a thing of beauty.

[franksolich]

You know, last night I stayed awake overlong because I was thinking about this who-I'd-rather-be-seen-with-walking-on-the-sidewalk deal; I actually do this a lot, being self-conscious about appearances, and being careful about with whom I'm seen.

As I already pointed out, if compelled to walk on the sidewalk, being seen by the public, with the subway cat or the hip-hopping jingle-jangling flitter-fluttering WillyT primitive, I'd do it only with a paper bag over my head, so nobody'd know it was franksolich.

All primitives are reprehensible, and if I had my druthers, I'd sooner not have anything to do with any of them.  But if I had to be seen in public with one of them, there's some I'd be less hesitant about, than others. 

Usually, I'd be less hesitant about being seen with one of the normal-looking ones.

But what if two primitives are both pretty much normal looking?

Despite that they both look normal, it wouldn't be a difficult choice.  I'd much sooner be seen walking down the sidewalk with the bravenak primitive, who looks okay for a woman of African derivation, than the sparkling old dude's wife, what with her Lorena Bobbitt eyes.   It's no wonder the sparkling old dude's afraid of her.

[Carl]

Oy Frank,to channel crazy Bob it would be like picking whether to have the right foot cut off or the left one.