Nauseating

You want me to pledge my servitude or whatever the hell you people were gibbering on about in that about-four-minutes-too-long-video (I lost track of what you all were saying the minute Aaron Eckhart's dreamy face came onto the screen. I've just lost it for Harvey Dent.  Mmmm.)  to The Chosen One, do you? Because, apparently, we're all Americans now? That this would be the appropriate response to help President Obama? 

See here, I don't need to be told to do any of this crap to help our country or Obama.  Why?   Because I'm already doing it, you fuckwads.  I already volunteer at the local hospital one day a week.  I already support funding the arts, through donations we've made to local theaters.  I already have "pledged" to find cures for ovarian cancer and Type I Diabetes by not only helping to organize and fundraise, but by writing checks myself.  

And, of course, we're going to hit the highpoint, here:  I already turn my lights off! 

I don't need some fucktard celebrity to tell me what I should be doing.  I'm already doing it.