On this Morning After, franksolich's advice and counsel to the primitives who might, or might not, be disconsolate over the results in yesterday's voting:
This was hardly unexpected.
New Hampshire's a small state, and doesn't count for much.
This is the last "white" primary for some time to come now, and as has already been adequately established, Methuselah does well only among lily-white affluent voters.
The sourassed sourpuss is an old man who every night parks his tent one day's march nearer the mausoleum, and given his age, it looks to be a short trek.
Messalina Agrippina is surfeited with people enthusiastic for her and her campaign for the Democrat nomination; they aren't going to let her down.
The worthier candidate's brighter, more cerebral, than this pompous caricature.
Both Bill and Hillary know people who can, uh, take care of people they don't want around.
<<<advises primitives supporting the worthier candidate to be of good cheer; bad things happen, and then good things happen again.