franksolich’s “game†is simply put—I fully intend upon supporting and voting for the Republican candidate for president later this year, no matter who it is. I have no preferred candidate; they all look pretty good to me, of course each with their own distinct strengths and weaknesses.
That’s the bottom line here; I’d no sooner vote for a Democrat than stick my dick in an electric meat-grinder. No way.
However.
However.
However.
While waiting for my fellow Republicans to make up their minds, one must do something, anything, to be amused and entertained. And what better way to preoccupy one’s time than helping the Democrats, liberals, and primitives select their own candidate for president?
About mid-year last year, when I was first contemplating this, it looked likely there’d be lots and lots of choices for anyone seeking a Democrat candidate to support. Messalina Agrippina, who’d been wrongly denied the nomination eight years ago in favor of someone considerably less qualified and of dubious intelligence, of course had been in the race for quite some time.
This was long before the perpetually-indignant Methuselah reared his hoary old head; there were like about eight or ten candidates considered “credible.â€
Of course, things have changed—as they always do—since then.
When it came time to make up my mind about which Democrat I was willing to support—for the Democrat nomination, not for the presidency—the race had evolved to pretty much between the worthier candidate and old sourpuss, with Marvin O’Mallory, who’s since dropped out, a distant but still credible third.
Despite what Skippy, the now-banned NYC_SKP primitive, had insisted for months that grumpy old sourass was “more left†than the lady, Skippy as usual was lying. He has a habit of doing that. Both the top two candidates are equally extreme fringe far left, Tweedledum and Tweedledee when it comes to ideology.
Their politics, their aspirations for themselves and for America, are so much alike one can’t even jam a single-ply sheet of toilet-paper in between them.
Sex appeal? One has to admit the lady’s more carnally exciting than the old geezer.
Charm? Well, the lady’s not exactly Carly Fiorina or Ivanka Trump, but the scowling old guy looks as if he subsists on a diet lacking in fiber and roughage, his rectal aperture permanently sewn shut.
If I had to guess, the lady’s considerably brighter than the senescent old fart. I’m however hesitant to use “intelligence†as a criteria for president; it’s such an ambiguous, nebulous, thing, intelligence, that no one really knows how to measure it. All one knows is that Omaha Steve and MrsCorpio are way down on the “stupid†scale, and the black-colored guy in the White House is probably down there too, but that’s it.
So what to do? How was franksolich to make a choice between her and him?
Over time, I’d watched as the primitives on Skins’s island began taking sides, and noticed something.
All primitives are unbearable; there’s not a nice thing one can say about any of them.
However.
However.
However.
I’ve always noticed that those primitives supporting the worthier candidate always struck me as being somewhat more bearable than the primitives bullying for Bernie.
Not a whole lot more bearable, but somewhat more bearable.
They’re pompous arrogant asses full of themselves, but not quite as much as the Bernie bullies.
And so that’s why franksolich has been supporting Messalina Agrippina.
Not for president, but for the Democrat nomination, and once she gets it, it’s reasonable for the primitives supporting her, to take for granted that franksolich will be less of a nice guy than he has been.
