It’s in the bag, right? It’s over, a done deal, handwriting’s on the wall, clinched, in the refrigerator, Jello’s jiggling, butter’s gettin’ hard (late great Chick Hearn). So why get so excited? Don’t you know that using ALL CAPS IS A SIGN OF DESPERATION?
So now that the nomination is all sewn up, it’s all over but the shouting—well, let the other side do the shouting. It’s time for you to relax, Jack, be cool, fool. Didn’t your mother teach you not to taunt, to be magnanimous in victory? You won, fair and square, you say, and so there’s no need to be mean. Leave the fainting couch at home—OH, THEY WERE SO RUDE TO ME!
With victory in hand, what need for piling on? Or are you still worried that something may go wrong? What is this longing to CRUSH THE ENEMY?
You still need them, you know, and SHOUTING IN THEIR EARS IS ABOUT THE STUPIDEST DAMN THING YOU CAN DO!
So chill, Phil, make nice, Alice. It’s the politic thing to do.