One of us is shrieking and spluttering cartoonishly overblown insults at anyone and everyone not placidly giving bent knee to his wacky, unrequited political man-crush at the moment; the other... meh. Not so much.
You appear to be experiencing some palpable confusion, re: the comparatively simple word "tantrum." You should look it up, sometime; it doesn't actually mean "actively disagreeing with AmericaUnited's choice in sockpuppets for Vicente Fox."
Shhhhhhh. Shhhhhhhhhh.
Every time I begin to feel the slightest, most all-but-imperceptible twitches of concern over the hellish fate awaiting this nation should a red-faced and egomaniacal crank like Juan McCain ever actually find himself within spitting distance of the Oval Office: I pause to reflect upon the inate charm and grace of the man's most doggedly slavish supporters, online... and feel reassured, once more, that his freakishly spiteful and antagonistic base is -- in the final analysis -- OUR secret weapon, not his.
Stay classy, now