Frantic repukes: "please don't hurt us!!11!"

My God, I can smell the flop-sweat from here. And it smells m a r v e l o u s.

Neoconservatard Bill Kristol is feeling all warm and fuzzy today: he's penned a rainbow-and-bluebird-enchanted column all about why liberals should be cheerful if McCain happens to win. No, really. And he hopes that, if when that doesn't happen, we will treat him and all other rethugs with the same consideration, sympathy, hugs and magic unicorn love they have shown us lo these many years:

If Obama prevails, I'm confident there are some compassionate liberals out there who will do the same for hapless conservatives as they hobble out to the wilderness.

LOL. I'll bet! After eight years of taking it in the pooper from you guys as you rubbed our noses in it, we should be all sweetness and light, huh? Turn the other cheek. Forgive and forget. Well, NO FUCKING WAY, assclown. If you turds don't manage to steal this one, we will be all over your sorry, lying, despicable asses like stink on shit. We'll be pile-driving your limp and twisted bodies into the scum you truly are as we enthusiastically high-five and fist-jab each other. We will spit on your mangled, odious syph-ridden bodies as we raise our glasses in celebration. And that's just for starters. Then there's investigations. And prison. And, dammit, hopefully this:

Fuck.