I suppose you're confused, Junior Peanut, why someone who's going to vote for the Republican candidate anyway, no matter who it is, is so personally interested in the Democrat contest.
In fact, sometimes I wonder if I inadvertently give the impression franksolich actually wants Messalina Agrippina as president, which of course is nonsense.
As you might, or might not, be aware, Junior, there's been a bitter internecine fight among Republicans since the 2016 campaign started a couple of years ago; I've never in my life seen my fellow Republicans be so caustic, so nasty, so cruel, so violent towards each other. It hasn't been pretty, and it's not good.
I was born at the tail end of a large family, and learned early in life that when the older ones are brawling, to stay out of it, to run away from it as quickly and as far as possible. I'm not sure why this happens, but whenever I've gotten entangled in something, it seems it unites all the other conflicting forces.....against me.
So when those older and bigger ones are tooth-and-nailing it, best to just stay out of it, and look for something else to do.
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But what?
Originally, the contest between the lady and the old man looked about as dull and drab as watching paint dry. But as time went on, I noticed a differing temperament between the primitives supporting Messalina Agrippina and the Bernie bullies.
Both factions of course are personally obnoxious to me--although there's a few primitives with whom I'd be willing to break bread as long as I wouldn't have to kiss them--but the primitives supporting the worthier candidate appeared slightly more palatable to me, than the Bernie bullies.
You see, Junior, there's no attitude that ticks me off more than arrogance.
In real life, one of my favorite recreational past-times is putting pompous asses in their place, and with an utter finality. I have a "talent"--apparently--for popping a bloated ego faster than a pin can prick a balloon.
And I am utterly merciless; it's something I can do with deft and class even when I'm totally naked and the rectal aperture isn't.
There's some arrogance, some know-it-allism, among the supporters of Messalina Agrippina, but it ain't nothing when compared with the sheer brazen
chutzpah, nerve, gall, and arrogance of the Bernie bullies.
These people deserve to be kicked in the teeth, kicked in the ass, kicked in the balls, their faces rubbed in the dirt, their private parts tenderized, until they learn some manners and some humility.
To be honest, if they were all pancaked by big semi-trucks running amok, I wouldn't cry.