Spoils of war, right? What are you gonna do with your piece of the white house? The unmitigated gall and superfluous glee in the deluded sheep like exhibited in your 'feelings' betray your hatred and blind allegience to an idea no more concrete than Santa Claus. No matter how many times you declare victory in semantics your words portray a selfportrait of a loser.  All three of your overshading cohorts as well.