Om nom nom nom. That smacking sound you hear is not Bernie Sanders spitting his apple sauce as he passionately – and incoherently – sputters socialist ideals raising his impotent, arthritic fist in a pale imitation of the people’s power. It’s the sound of today’s proglodytes chowing down on the stale remains of The Bern, gnawing on the bones and sucking out the marrow.