Probably the saddest thing you'll ever see is a mosquito sucking on a mummy. Forget it, little friend.

It's not much sadder than seeing your beloved club desperately trying to suck something positive out of a shocking season. Sure, a last-gasp qualification for Champion's League on the the final day will no doubt bring tears of joy for this blogger. (As it did last year.) At least it will give us some bargaining power in what may be the most crucial transfer window in the Club's recent history…

Our recent failures have sucked the joy out of being a Gooner. And for a blogger who has made it his goal to accentuate the positive, there haven't been many positives to accentuate. (February was blog-free. And March's invinciblogs, up 'til now, have been of the graphic sort…)

I'm not one who subscribes to the notion that failing to finish in the top four will be a good thing for Arsenal. I don't want to see Wenger – or the club – brought to their knees in order to prove a point that has been proven: if we're going to compete at the top level, we need top players. The manager selects the players. The board select the manager. The owner… You get the point.

It's a house of cards.

Point is: whatever change is going to happen will happen after the curtains go down on this sorry season. Until that point, I believe the right thing to do is support the team (and manager) we have. You don't have to like them. You don't have to agree with them. But as long as they are representing us, with the Arsenal badge on their chests, we have to feed them whatever positive energy we can muster to see them through the present quagmire.

If you ever catch on fire, try to avoid looking in a mirror, because I bet that will really throw you into a panic.

Hah! That would explain Wenger's infuriating tendency to consistently shrug off each calamitous performance that Arsenal delivers, and immediately 'focus' on the next game.

I always thought it was an indication of some inherent flaw in his character.

Perhaps he can smell burning?

I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, “I helped skin Bob.”

Us Gunners are a curious lot. We're quick to condemn those who vocalize their discontent by booing Bob out loud when we feel he's let us down. But truth is: we've all played our part in feeding the negativity that has tightened round Arsenal's neck like a noose. On Twitter… In our blogs… An unguarded comment, a subtle dig, or a full-blooded attack.

Doesn't matter if it's Captain Bob, Bulb-headed Bob, Tall Bob or French Bob: we've had our knives out, and we've all done our share of skinning.

The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.

The mouth part of an Arsenal fan has become a bit of a liability these days. It spouts opinion claimed as fact. We're a passionate bunch, but when that passion turns to rage it's criminal. And when that rage is directed at one of our own, then we're in a sorry state.

I often hit 'Cancel' instead of 'Tweet'. Shut my mouth and swallow my opinion.

Do you want to be right or be happy? Sometimes the choice is that simple.

It's sad that a family can be torn apart by something as simple as a pack of wild dogs.

I'm not proud of our collective behaviour. I always thought of us as a classy bunch. But the vitriol hurled at fellow Arsenal supporters of late is frankly shocking. The rift that divides us is ever-widening, and it's hard to imagine how or when it will heal. We need to learn to respect each other again. Find common ground. Focus on what unites us, rather than what divides us.

Our motto says it all: Victory Through Harmony. Perhaps that's the biggest lesson we have to learn? As Gunners. If we're ever to start winning again…

Of all the imaginary friends I've had, I don't think there was one that I didn't end up having to kill.

It's important to remember that Arsenal players are very rarely Arsenal fans. They're hired hands. Their loyalty lies with themselves. That's been a tough lesson to learn of late. Even Arséne Wenger got it wrong: I honestly believe that he was blindsided by the betrayals of Cesc, RVP, Nasri.

Thrice bitten, twice shy. That's why I've decided not let anyone in an Arsenal shirt become my imaginary friend.

(Even Jack).

A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone. “Hear that?” you say. “That's dynamite, baby.”

Mouthing off on Twitter (or a blog, such as this – irony acknowledged!) about player performance, manager inadequacy, board misgovernance, and owner negligence is about as productive.

The tiger can't change his spots. No wait, he did! Good for him!

I don't know if Arsenal can change. Or even if it wants to… But if the definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result – then that would explain why this club is driving me crazy.

Please. Somebody. Make it stop!

Aaaarghsenal! I love you but you're killing me.

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