Bradley Effect: Wingnut Wet Dream

Eat shit and die you Tory ass gutter-slime motherfuckers. Of all the reasons for why I hate you, my favorite, has got to be your blind trust in that enough people will hate minorities just enough for you to keep racial prejudice strong in America...forever. Thanks for playing, but you lose.

As if you ever had a chance at winning. Fools. You were doomed before your Tory ass grand-pappy shat his first shit. A tide rolls motherfucker and it never stops. It just slides back, gathers steam, and smacks your ass again.

So, now your petty, ignorant asses can't hold up to the erosion, and all you've got left is your whining and crying and dieing. Must suck to be you...but it sure is a site watching you fall. LOL! You wont ever find my ass feeling sorry for you. Traitors.

Even if your wet dream comes true, and many vote opposite of their spoken word, the next time around, you'll get smacked harder. And if needed, the next time, even harder again. But there will be an end, Tory...there will be an end to you.

I can see you dreaming, smirking away in your sleep late on November 4th, self assured in your Bradley effect blanket. You feel all snugly and safe in that place. But then, there comes an annoying sound that ruins your dream. It is a ringing of sorts and you don't feel so snugly anymore. Fuck make it stop! Then you wake up November 5th, and realize, that bell is still ringing in your head...and it tolls for you.