Hey Skippy, this should be an exciting Tuesday for one candidate, not so much for the old sourassed sourpuss. We got Connecticut, Delaware, Maryland, Pennsylvania, and Rhode Island and 462 delegates on tap.
About the only number known for sure is that it’ll take 2,383 delegates to nab the nomination.
But trying to find an accurate count of the delegates—as it stands right now—is proving a pesky little task, given that the mainstream news media, in its enthusiasm for Methuselah, plays with the numbers when citing them.
One can’t find out if the 1,446 delegates, for example, given to Messalina Agrippina also includes the 502 superdelegates pledged to her, grateful for all the free stuff she gave them during her husband’s presidential administration 1993-2001.
If they aren’t included, her total would be 1,948 of the 2,383 needed to win, while the old sourassed sourpuss has 1,240 (counting the 38 superdelegates pledged to him).
But the Bernie-favoring mainstream news media seems to be citing only the elected delegates, 1,446 for her and 1,202 for him…..because the narrower the margin, even though that margin is not really correct—the better their favorite looks.
It’s truly an Orwellian world the Bernie bullies have created for the civilized world, Skippy.
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The biggest difference between the supporters of the worthier candidate and the Bernie bullies is that the former takes
all facts into consideration, while the Bernie bullies tend to cherry-pick among the facts, taking out only those favorable for a conclusion of theirs.
Because the superdelegates tend to go against great-great-grandpaw, the Bernie bullies dismiss their existence—but I assure you Skips, they really do exist, and they really will make a difference, so you and your acolytes should pay attention.
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I’m addressing this week’s letter to you, Skips, because it’s probably going to be the last week of the meaningful primaries. It’s been obvious since early March that the old sourassed sourpuss stands no chance, but the old guy’s got an ego the size of the
Hindenberg, and it needs catered to.
Your appointed leader of the Bernie bullies on Skins’s island, WillyT, after Skins canned your ass turned out a disappointment; he’s so not-bright that making any literary effort in his direction was a waste of time and trouble. All WillyT’s interested in, really, is all the free stuff he thinks he’d get from Methuselah’s election. The guy’s a dreamer.
And a greedy glutton to boot.
I thought perhaps that Peanuts Jr., the GeorgiaPeanuts primitive, was stepping up to bat after the child-minded WillyT got canned just like you did, but I was wrong, as I guessed too quickly. And besides, given that horrid physical disfigurement he has, the guy’s got enough problems with people seeing him and laughing at him behind his back.
Believe me, franksolich knows exactly how Peanuts Jr. feels, although since little-ladhood, I’ve been perceptive enough to make so people look at my hair, instead of what’s underneath it. Peanuts Jr. can do the same thing, if he thinks of it. But God have mercy on his soul if he begins to balden.
Right now, it looks as if the rectal aperture the John Poet primitive is trying to seize leadership of the Bernie bullies on Skins’s island, but he’s way too late in getting underway, as after this coming week, it’s over.
And so we’ve come full circle; you’re “it,†Skips, the focus of attention for this live primary thread for this coming week. Enjoy, and I kindly suggest you pay attention to what franksolich says.