If you think that you can't take it any more and that you are on the edge of a GBCW™, think of us. We are trying to eviscerate your candidate - the person we want to loose - and you are sun-shining in our piss and vinegar. There was an old sign at the public pool growing up. "We don't swim in your toilet. Don't pee in our pool."
Quit swimming in our toilet.
I really want your candidate to loose. I really do. I, for the love of all that is holy, want your candidate to burn in flames. I want your candidate to be beaten so badly that they cry publicly in humiliating defeat. Why? Because my candidate can't win without your's loosing. Yes, it is a zero sum game.
So, I'm taking this big roll of tape and sit-com style I'm making a line down the middle of the site. You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine. I'm speaking of diaries of course. The comments are the living room and I'm going to bug the shit out of you there. I'm going to try and make you crack.
You unity-tards can save your stupid message until minute 29. We'll all be friends at minute 29:59. Roll credits.